Chimney handed over the toy helicopter to his niece and smiled when she giggled. "Mayday!" he shouted very dramatically.
"Are you going to save the day, Cleo?" Tommy cooed at her.
Cleo responded by gently lobbing the helicopter at him. Chimney snorted. "We've had an incident! Ground control to Major Tom!"
"What is going on over here?" An amused Buck folded his arms and stared down at the three of them, sitting calmly on the floor.
Tommy held his arm up, and Buck helped him stand. "We're flying a helicopter. Duh."
Cleo let out an ear-shattering scream. "Ow." Chimney rubbed at his ear.
Tommy and Buck wouldn't change a single damn thing about their lively, lovely little girl.