Bad idea.
Bad idea, because water and flour make glue.
Crap.
“Butdo notrun and hide from mama when we’re not home, okay?”
“I no hie, mama. Igoe. Maw-mawa goe.”
“I’ll bet we can make you better ghost costumes.” Begonia coughs.
Coughs again.
Hayes coughs.
Zen coughs.
Laney coughs.
I cough.
The only peoplenotcoughing from the flour dust are Bash and Marshmallow.
The culprits whobroughtthe flour dust.
“Mama, maw-mawa come pway? Pway me Dodo Ono?”
“Marshmallow would eat Yolko Ono.”
Bash freezes. His eyes go wide, his brown irises the only thing on him that’s not white with flour. Even hislipsare white.
“I—” I start, realizing where his brain’s going.
And then he cackles. “Maw-mawa eat Dodo Ono!”
Laney chokes again, then wheezes with laughter broken with coughs. “Crap. Bathroom.”
“Bathroom,” Begonia agrees.
“We only have two bathrooms,” Sabrina groans.
“The lady with twins has dibs,” Zen announces.
I hug Bash closer. “Pleasedon’t leave mama’s side when we’re not at home, okay?”
“’Kay,” he says.
I shoot a look at Laney. “And you better hope you’re having a girl.”
She’s headed toward the bathrooms too. “We’ve already discussed just how much Theo will have to step up and handle things if we’re having a boy. I think he’s looking forward to it.”
“I’m so glad Grey’s a boring nerd,” Sabrina says.
“He has other bad genes,” Zen assures her. “Plus, he’s like, twice your size. I have no idea how you’ll deliver his mutantly huge baby.”
Hayes takes the seat next to me and looks at me again. “My brother pulled a vanishing act once.”
I sweep a glance around the room.
