after she washed her hands she jumped down from the chair and pushed it back to the table. the small girl then sat down in front of her plate, her mood turning sour once she saw the vegetable selection on her plate
"mommy, I don't like peas."
she frowned pushing the plate away
della jumped down from the tree she was climbing, running inside, after a full day of playing outside, she was famished.
"I gotta wash my hands momma, I got dirt on them."
she said as she pushed a chair against the kitchen sink.
after setting the table for dinner, she's peeking her head out the window, waving for @taintedmarvel.
"come, my darlingβ it's time for dinner."





