Potatoes
Rose sat between Freckles hooves in the paddock, weaving a flower crown and giggling when he would lip her hair. Malcolm strode out to check on her, Leandra was finally resting quietly. The birth of the twins had exhausted her completely. "Rose?"
She looked up with a bright smile. "Can we stay at Gramma's forever?"
He sighed. "How about you meet your baby brother and sister?"
"I have two?" Her eyes were wide with wonder. She leapt to her feet and ducked under the fence, racing him to the house.
Her excitement was infectious as he hushed her and they crept into the bedroom. They stared down at the babies in the cradle. "Bethany is in the yellow blanket and Carver is in the green one."
Her nose screwed up. "They look like potatoes."
He coughed. "Rose Celene. They are your siblings." She stared up at him, one small eyebrow forming a perfect arch. She sighed and wandered out of the room.
As the door was closing he heard her whisper. "Sibling potatoes."