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chats with one of her cheer teammates. Cynthia’s daughter goes to this school also, but she rides the bus. Victoria’s son is in the same class with Jordan. He too rides the bus. I’ve offered to pick Stephanie and Patrick up, but my friends are so stubborn. They said they wouldn’t want to impose. Well that just gives me more alone time with my kids.
     
    Jocelyn enters the car, “hi mom.” She buckles her seatbelt and smiles sweetly at me.
     
    “ Hello baby. How was your day?”
     
    “It was good. I made a hundred on my math test.”
“That’s great.” I wink at her in the rearview mirror. We head to Jordan’s school. He’s in sixth grade and his school is right down the street from Jocelyn’s school. Jordan’s sitting on the bench talking to a girl. I purse my lips trying to hide a smile as Jordan walks towards the car.
     
    “Hi baby.”
     
    “Hi mom.”
     
    “Who’s that?”
     
    “She’s just my classmate mom.”
     
    “Hey I’m just asking. No need to have an attitude about it.” I try so hard not to smile.
     
    Jordan narrows his eyes at me trying to hold back a smile. He already knows what I’m thinking and no, the girl isn’t his girlfriend, but he does however like her and is too scared to let her know.
     
    “How was your day baby?”
     
    “It was good. How was your day?” Jordan throws his backpack on the floor.
     
    “It was great. I had lunch with Aunt Victoria and Aunt Cynthia. Then I went home and took care of our pets. Are you y’all hungry?” Since I’ve been best of friends with Victoria and Cynthia for a long time, my kids grew up calling them their aunts.
     
    “Can we go to Incredible World?” Jordan asks.
     
    “Oh yes mom. Please.” Jocelyn begs.
     
    “Do you guys have any homework?”
     
    “No mom.” They simultaneously respond.
     
    While driving that direction I wink at my babies in the rearview mirror. Since it’s only three-thirty in the afternoon, it isn’t as packed. I tell my kids they need to eat their pizza first before they can play the arcade games. Once they’ve finished eating, I buy three unlimited play cards. We can ride and play any game we want within a two hour period. They beg me to race with them on the bumper cars. Jordan wins the first round and lets his sister win the last. Why didn’t he let me win? Jordan and I play basketball while Jocelyn plays skee ball. When our two hours are up, we win a total of seven hundred fifty-three tickets. Jocelyn and Jordan split the amount and they each choose a prize.
     
    On our way home, we decided to stop for ice cream.
     
    “Are you ready for your competition Saturday baby?”
     
    “Yeah. I hope we win again.” Jocelyn licks her pistachio almond ice cream.
     
    “I hope your team wins again also. But if you guys don’t make sure you guys have fun ok?”
     
    “But it’s better if we win mom.” Jocelyn drags the word mom. I wonder if every girl her age does that. Like dragging it will make me listen even more.
     
    Laughing, “Don’t forget your pompoms Jocelyn. We forgot them last week and I had to buy you another set.”
     
    “Ok mom.”
     
    I scoop my pistachio almond ice cream with my spoon, “It’s your last game baby. Are you ready to play in the championship?”
     
    “Coach said I’m starting again.” Jordan takes a bite of his waffle cone.
     
    “Oh really? That’s awesome.” I squint my eyes at him, “Were you surprised that you’re starting? You should already know that.”
     
    Jordan is so modest. Instead of boasting, he winks at me then smiles.
     
    “Well I think you are excellent at football, so the coach better let you play.”
     
    “Thanks mom.” Jordan smiles before taking another bite into his waffle cone.
     
    We head home and before my kids bring their backpacks to their rooms I sign their daily folders. It tells me how my kids are doing in school. We never had this growing up. I guess that’s why I got away with pulling all the crazy