“I open the door and jump into the passenger seat. Sprinkles leap from the donut and cascade around the car, mostly between my seat and the console. Jude glares at me. I smile. "Sorry. You know kids are messy. You should get used to it." "You're not a kid anymore. Stop eating my food, messing up my car and demanding I chauffeur you everywhere," Jude grumbles and starts the engine.” JudeSprinklesKids Are Messy Book:Slammed Source: Slammed