"Are we going to see you on television, Uncle?"
"Are you going to do the 'yata yata'again?"
Cedrick darted his eyes at the two little kids, who were looking at him with expectation and twinkling eyes.
"Uh," he scratched the back of his head, glancing at Lola in the driver's seat for a little help, but she was focused on driving.
A shallow breath escaped him as he gazed down at the kids. "I don't know yet... maybe if I get lucky this time."
"Uncle, you're already lucky that our mommy found you," Chacha blinked innocently.
Lola, from the driver's seat, smiled at the comment, while Cedrick's brows raised in surprise. After a second, he nodded and smiled.
"I guess that's true," he said, shifting his eyes to the rearview mirror to catch Lola's.
