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“I’m not like a regular dad. I’m a cool dad,” Harry said, adjusting his blindingly pink visor.
“Dad, everyone’s going to laugh. Viscerous, all of them.”
“Vicious, Junie,” Louis politely corrected her. “As in, ‘first graders are vicious monsters.’”
“Anyone who laughs gets snack last!” Harry said, easily tossing her over his shoulder “Same goes for you, Juniper Jay!”
“Dada’s crazy, right Beatrice? Absolute nutter,” Louis muttered. He gave Harry a last glance before securing their nearly two-year old into her car seat.
Still, Louis smiled. Nutter or not, Harry was his.
The girls were theirs.
And the visor stayed.