Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

It was that chilly time of the year again.

Little Betty was five and a half.

Over at Leanne's Castle, the garage boasted a section painted in vibrant pink, marking exclusive parking spots for an assortment of kiddie vehicles-ranging from miniature cars and motorbikes to balance bikes. Even at her tender age, Betty's collection of rides was the envy of many.

Joy and Selina, absolutely adored this spot. They'd drive their cars and zip around the garden, giggling like teenagers.

As the year wound down, Curtis decided to take Betty to the Northwood Ski Resort, keen on teaching her how to ski.

No sooner had they arrived than Joy showed up, practically thrusting her two-year-old, Danny, into Curtis' arms with a plea, "Sign him up."

Curtis' patience was wearing thin, "What do I look like, a free winter daycare? No teaching."

"But he's your godson," Joy tried.

I agree to that? I must've missed the memo," Curtis refused

he's her godson, and her godson is yours, doesn't that make us one big happy family? Why split hairs!" Joy argued with impeccable logic. Curtis chuckled, using her logic against her, "Well, if that's the case, your wealth should be considered mine too. Might

glance

larger than

in his

snowsuit, Curtis quipped, "With

he needs skiing lessons? I could kick him down the

Joy was speechless.

"You

he gets lost in the snow because you dressed him in white, don't blame me." Joy, fully trusting Curtis with her son, sprawled out on the couch, spreading out like a starfish, "No worries. If we lose him, I'll just 'borrow'

into something more colorful, said, "Let's still try to keep an eye on him. Wasn't easy raising

Danny, stood tall, "Don't worry. I'll look after

kiss on

The snowy mountainscape