Her mom kissed her forehead, hiding a smile. "No, Syd. But tomorrow, Barnaby is going to the groomer, and you’re the one helping peel off the Milky Way."
Syd nodded solemnly, already wondering if the vacuum cleaner could be converted into a confetti cannon. syd mischief
"It’s an avant-garde flavor profile," Syd explained calmly, twirling a sugary noodle around her fork while her parents stared at their plates in confusion. Her mom kissed her forehead, hiding a smile