Maggie and Grace slosh through the morass, flinging mud-pies at each other, while Rebecca and I watch from the fence. “We should tell them.”
Rebecca shakes her head. “We have a few months yet.” She nods at the brown swamp monster children. “Let them be kids for a while longer.”
I grunt and she pecks my cheek. “In fact, I’m going to make some memories for them to hold on to.” She climbs over the fence, jogs down the hill, and Mommy-tackles Grace in the mud. They laugh, and Becca reaches up to pull Maggie down.
I chuckle and slip through the fence opening.
Word Count: 104
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