I trade him easily enough, clasping the bucket like it's my own while Sophie lights up smugly and proudly. "We're gonna go swimming and then build sandcastles and then you're gonna take pictures and Daddy said he'd get cookies from Papa and then you're gonna carry me all the way home."
And none of it seems to be a question.
"C'mon, Uncle Skinny, faster," she whines, tugging at his hair. "Go horsey, go!"
"I might have said if there's a pony, she could ride it," I manage apologetically. "It's part of her new obsession."
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Date: 2009-02-19 03:47 pm (UTC)And none of it seems to be a question.
"C'mon, Uncle Skinny, faster," she whines, tugging at his hair. "Go horsey, go!"
"I might have said if there's a pony, she could ride it," I manage apologetically. "It's part of her new obsession."