Sam made a huge fuss about wearing clothes that didn't match ours. Since we had time to spare, Law, Adam, and I sat on the divan inside the room. We were currently watching the master of the house get measured.
"He is hopeless," Law whispered while shaking his head. "It's not like they can get the clothes done today."
"Law." I widened my eyes at Law. "You shouldn't call your father hopeless."
"Sorry, Mother." I patted Law's head. I've been trying to educate him to talk to his father with a little more... respect. Although I knew my son loved his father deep in his heart, it would be better if our son talk to Sam a little gentler.
"Adam, are you alright?" I shifted my focus to Adam and noticed the weak smile on his face. He peeled his eyes away from Sam and to me.
