She shooed him off. “Not right this second.”
“But Mom,” he pushed back, aiming a finger straight at Sophie’s outfit. “The clothes look exactly like the soft squares Dad hands to Miss Carly whenever you leave the house.”
The entire space turned to ice.
I blinked my eyes. Did I just hear that correctly?
Toby kept right on chatting.
“He carries them inside a package from the shop by the shopping center. Miss Carly claims they are her absolute favorites.”
The other parents shot completely shocked glances at one another.
Toby’s mom spun around to face her guy. Her cocky grin vanished completely.
The guy shuffled nervously in his spot. “Toby,” he mumbled. “Quit chatting.”
But little kids just do not operate like that.
Toby went right on.
“Dad always says not to spill the beans because it is a secret present for Miss Carly.”
A massive wave of gossip swept right across the sports hall.
Toby’s dad lost all the color in his face.
“The boy is just mixed up,” the guy stuttered in a panic. “Children repeat really weird stuff.”
But Toby’s mom was glaring directly into his eyes.
“For what exact reason,” she questioned at a slow pace, “would you be purchasing pricey fabrics for Toby’s babysitter?”
Shocked gasps bounced all around the space.
Her guy’s voice totally cracked. “It is absolutely not what you are assuming.”
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