- 17.
My husband came home.
I was in the middle of directing my three little minions in a massage train when the sound of hurried footsteps came
from the entrance.
The door opened.
The three kids and I froze.
My husband stared. “Nathan? What are you doing here?”
At that moment, Nathan was dressed in an evil queen’s gown, complete with a golden crown. He was just about to
offer the “poisoned” apple to “Cinderella.”
Nathan’s face flushed bright red. He scrambled to take off the dress.
“Step–dad… no, no, Uncle…”
“I’m going home now, bye, see you tomorrow!”
Nathan gathered his skirts and fled, scurrying through the crack in the door like a giant black mouse.
My husband’s gaze landed on me. He looked utterly bewildered. “What… are you doing?”
I waved the fairy wand in my hand, feeling slightly awkward.
“I was transforming? Would you believe me?”
His eyes swept across the room. My little stepdaughter, Monica, was covered in dust, her sweet face smeared with
soot to look like a chimney sweep.
My stepson, Matt, was hunched over on the floor, a long, thick black tail attached to his pants.
When he saw his father looking at him, he responded with an enthusiastic, “Squeak squeak!”
