Once upon a time Bubwa was 13 and Scarlet was 12.
One evening I took them out shopping with me just because.
As we pulled up to the house upon returning home, a voice piped up from the backseat.
We were waiting, but you didn’t say it.
Now we’ve had fun, and it’s time to be serious about getting ready for bed.
(Apparently that’s what I would say after we did funnish-type things together.)
I guess you don’t need me to. You’re big.