I said, “No Bea. You can’t bring that stuff home.”
Beatrix cried and begged, insisting on the old pan of jar lids, and the whiskey bottle.
I walked ahead, trying to ignore the tears. Eventually, all became quiet and I looked back to see that not only had Jonny given in, but he was also carrying Bea’s treasures for her.
I remarked, “Wow Bea, you sure did work your magic powers on daddy.”
In triumph, she answered, “Yep, I suuuuure did.” (There just may have been a cheeky grin on her face as she said so.)
I hope you are having a weekend full of treasures as well!