This morning while making waffles, I heard howling from upstairs. Unfortunately, not an entirely unusual occurrence. Mornings can be touchy for Marian if the princess is feeling neglected. In a moment, Nathan came down carrying the distraught child. Uncharacteristically, they were reading last night's blog posts together on the computer, and the ice cream's fate was revealed too harshly. Nathan didn't realize it wasn't old news & didn't think to tread/read softly until it was too late. Luckily, she was distracted in a hunt for clues (ultimately fruitless) and agrees to try again.
Pobrecita.
(can I spell my Spanish anymore? Corrections welcome.)
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