Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Not at school," Henry answered.

The other kids looked confused, and the teachers glanced at each other. "Who's 'Not'?" someone asked.

"Not' is Daddy's and my big treasure," Henry explained, as if it were obvious. "I'm Daddy and Not's little treasure."

One of the teachers who helped with pick-up finally caught on. "Henry, is 'Not' your mom?"

Henry nodded earnestly. "My mom is super tough in a fight."

The teacher couldn't help but laugh, and soon all the kids started chattering about their own parents.

The teachers, now curious, turned to Henry again. "Henry, is 'Not' a college professor?"

Henry frowned, suddenly protective. "Not is mine, not yours. My mom is a student. Daddy says someday Mom will be a gardener too."

The things kids say always gave the teachers a good chuckle, but before they could ask more, Henry's smartwatch rang.

miss Cooper!" He pressed his tiny wrist to his ear, lips puckered in a pout, shamelessly milking every bit of cuteness. Sometimes sweet, sometimes serious-he had the

Cedillo family, but he was firm: no strangers allowed, not

be good. Bye-bye,

the busy little executive, his toddler schedule packed with important 'calls.' While

lunch, didn't cry, and misses you!"

to call on the first day-they were all holding back. But by day two, everyone gave in

room. Henry lay on his cot, rolling around, wide awake. He raised

If

kids were too shy or too nervous to say a word. Not Henry. He was brave, never one

teacher came over and

can't sleep. Can I go outside

can't you sleep?" the teacher

sleepy," he

clock at her school, refreshing her phone to see if the kindergarten had posted any new videos of