What I learned today was that I need to keep an eye on mine. Daddy took Wyatt and I to The Counter, which is a local burger joint. Of course, I had the bottle, medium rare.
Anyways, while eating, I accidentally dropped Sophie on the floor. I didn’t notice that she fell, but some other little boy did. And he came by, picked her up and began to walk back to his table with her in his hand. But then Daddy saved the day and corralled it back for me.
I gave that little boy the glare of his life. It was stern, disapproving and unforgiving.
He will not dare to cross me ever again.
Go ahead, little boy. Try me.