Cai told me last night that Daddy’s wench is missing.
“Mommy?” Cai said. “Mah-mee. MommyMomMomMommyMom!”
“Yes, Cai?” I replied absentmindedly, eyes affixed to the seventeenth Stephanie Plum novel and rather not paying the kind of attention I should’ve been paying to my preschooler.
“Daddy lost his wench.” ...