“Mommy! Make another pile of leaves!” both Carson and Ella begged. “We want to jump in them!”
For what felt like the 50th time, I raked leaves into a big, jump-able pile.
“If I rake these leaves for you guys, you better do cute stuff for Mommy’s camera! Promise??!!” I half negotiated, half begged.
“No way,” Ella answered with her standard reply. Carson just rolled his eyes at me.