READ TO ME, SAIA

"Read to me, Saia" he demands.

But with that face and those eyes, he's just so hard to refuse.

And she's so much her Mama's little girl that saying no doesn't even occur to her if she can do anything to make him smile.

So, she props open a book they'd picked up from the library on Saturday, and plopped herself next to him on the sofa so he wouldn't even have to move from his comfy little spot on Mommy's chair, and she read.

And she read and she read and she read.

And he smiled.

[plus they were grounded all weekend; what else were they gonna do?]

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