love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
She can't quite stop once she lets it out, and suddenly her hands go to her belly and her face turns a brighter shade of pink as she shakes with laughter. "Sorry, Dad," she mumbles in the gaps in between. Is she really? No, but she wasn't expecting it to be like this either. He starts to shake off the flour right next to her and she waves her hands about, giggling as the powdery dust starts to coat her own clothes and hair. He presses in a bunch of flour to her nose and she raises her brows in surprise, her nose twitching around like a rabbit's until it falls off.
She watches him amend the mess she's made, until he hands her the wooden spoon and she grabs it, holding it rather triumphantly in her grip. What kind of pancakes? That's a good question. She hasn't thought of that yet, and so she starts to, pressing the spoon to her chin and getting a very thoughtful look on her face.
"Can we eat them with strawberries?" She asks, smiling at him. Then, she turns and starts to sift through the new bowl of flour with her spoon, examining it, wondering how much of it they'll use. Maybe they'll use all of it, enough to share... "Do you think Mama likes pancakes, too?" Her expression is rather serious as she glances over at Sunjata for the answer.
She watches him amend the mess she's made, until he hands her the wooden spoon and she grabs it, holding it rather triumphantly in her grip. What kind of pancakes? That's a good question. She hasn't thought of that yet, and so she starts to, pressing the spoon to her chin and getting a very thoughtful look on her face.
"Can we eat them with strawberries?" She asks, smiling at him. Then, she turns and starts to sift through the new bowl of flour with her spoon, examining it, wondering how much of it they'll use. Maybe they'll use all of it, enough to share... "Do you think Mama likes pancakes, too?" Her expression is rather serious as she glances over at Sunjata for the answer.
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
