I sat on the couch next to my dad as I stared at Peyton. Yeah, I could totally see this woman with our kids.
“Transformers, huh? That’s so cool. Which one’s your favorite?”
Ryder grinned and picked up the red and blue truck. “Optimus Prime!”
Peyton smiled. “He’s cool. Want to know my favorite?”
Ryder nodded. “Yeah!”
Peyton reached over and grabbed the yellow Autobot that wasn’t in car form. “Bumblebee.”
“I like him too.”
“I like him because he turns into a cool car and plays music.”
Ryder grabbed the action figure from Peyton and started to make it into a car. Peyton turned to Emily. “And what are you playing with, Emily?”
The three-year-old that not only would have a big brother to protect her, but an uncle too, smiled. “Barbie.”
“Barbie?” Peyton gushed. “Did she come with Ken, too?”
Amelia, Carrie, and Taylor all snorted. All eyes in the room looked between the three as Emily replied that Ken was at home. Then Peyton started laughing.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Carrie replied.
“Why was that funny?” Mum asked.
“It’s a joke,” Amelia shared. “Ken doesn’t have the parts to make Barbie… you know.”
“I didn’t even mean it like that,” Peyton said, still laughing.
I shook my head. Yes, Peyton was going to fit right in.
