Dad and Daddy rolled their eyes. "If only we could get them this excited for school," Dad murmured to Daddy.
We ran into our rooms and quickly packed our overnight bags, when I paused.
Rachel padded into my room and asked, "Mae, what is it?"
"I was just thinking, Rachel," I began, "What if when Dad and Daddy go away again, they ask Mom to let us stay with her again? Why not bring enough clothes to leave them there and we keep clothes here, so we're not lugging clothes back and forth?"
"Why do you have to be so smart?" Rachel countered.
I stuck my tongue out at her and calmly finished packing. "Race ya downstairs," I grinned.
She ran into her room and grabbed her bag, and soon was chasing me to the front door.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Rachel and I yelled at Dad and Daddy.
They cleaned up and soon took us both out to the car. "Alright, you two, mind your mother," they ordered.
We both nodded 'cause we were excited about seeing Mom again. We loved our voice lessons because instead of the usual hour she spent with her other students, she would spend two hours with us. The first hour was spent on Mother-daughter time and the second hour, we worked on our singing. This week, though, it'd probably only be an hour since we'd get lots of Mother-daughter time during the next two weeks.