I made ten dollars!” Yuri excitedly pulled crumpled dollars from his pocket. “You’re rich, Yuri. You can buy our dinner tonight,” Vangie said, smiling. Then she gave Shawn a questioning look. “How’d he earn it? Don’t tell me you had my baby in the shop giving shape-ups,” she said, laughing. Shawn chuckled. “Nah, he helped me sweep the hair up from the floor.” He ruffled Yuri’s hair. “I would still be in there sweeping around my station if my lil’ man hadn’t pitched in.” Yuri’s grin stretched wider. “Daddy’s customers call me Little Shawn. Can I change my name to Shawn?” “No, Yuri’s a beautiful name. Your father and I chose it together. Didn’t we, Shawn?” Shawn nodded. “But it’s cool to go by Lil’ Shawn when you’re at the shop with me. Okay, buddy?” “Okay. Can I go to work with you again tomorrow?” “Fine with me, but you gotta ask your mother.” Both Shawn and Yuri stared at Vangie, waiting for a response. Vangie shrugged. “I guess so.”
