at about nine thirty last night, esmé asked if she could have a sugar cookie.
why not? i shrugged. it'd been a day. pronounced with at least three lazy syllables.
she scrunched up her nose, tilted her little sprite head, and suggested because sugar before bed gives you nightmares?
i gave her two. plus a salami sandwish.
because a sandwish before bed wards off the witches.
don't you just love colloquialisms and littles combined? also loving stylesight. xoxo.