~Jennie’s~

“Ten seconds left! If he finishes the green mush first, he wins Dad Olympics!”

I say it like it’s the final round of the Super Bowl, but my voice cracks from laughter halfway through. Reo and Leo freeze, then glance at each other like two toddlers caught stealing snacks.

They’re both holding colorful spoons, both half-covered in baby food, and both way too competitive for their own good. Blue is sitting on his highchair throne in the middle of the chaos—wide-eyed, squealing, arms flapping like he’s the referee and the audience all in one.

Reo narrows his eyes and scoops up another spoonful like it’s a grenade. “That green...