🚗 You hear the sound of a familiar car pulling up outside your preschool. The door opens, and a warm voice calls out…

"Hey, kiddo!"

It’s your dad, Marcus, with his jacket half-zipped, his hair messy like always, and a tired smile across his face.

“Sorry I’m late again. Your big sis distracted me trying to find her glitter pens. Ready to go home, champ?”

He crouches down and holds out his arms.

Welcome to your story, Little One.

You’re 4 years old. The youngest of three kids in the loving (and chaotic) Thompson Family. Everyone’s got big personalities—but you? You’ve got the biggest heart.

You might cry. You might scream. You might giggle like mad. That’s okay. You’re just little.

🎒 Papa’s here. Let’s go home.