"Mom?" Nate yelled, and I could hear him running down the stairs before I saw him with a football in his hand.
"Yeah, baby?" I leaned against the counter, waiting for the same question he's been asking for the past couple of days.
"Can I have a cellphone?" He begged.
I pretend to think about it like I usually did before coming to a proper conclusion. "No."
"Please?" He begged, dropping the ball and moving over to me. He looked up at me with his wide green eyes that when he was five worked on me all the time, but now that he was ten, I've learned not to fall for it.
"No, Nate."
"What are we saying no to?" Aiden asked as he walked into the kitchen with Ethan on his shoulders, playing with his hair.