“Oh, Mommy, I have to tell you. I have to tell you!” Brianna flew off the bus and into Darby’s waiting arms.
“What?” Darby knelt and got eye to eye with her daughter. “Tell me. Tell me.”
“My friend, Chrissy, at show-and-tell today. She said they have a lot of puppies in the barn behind her house.”
“They do?”
“Puppies, Mommy. Puppies.”
Darby stood up, waved to the bus driver, picked up Brianna’s backpack, took her hand, and started to walk down her driveway.
“And I asked Chrissy if I could come over and play with the puppies. But she didn’t think her Mommy and Daddy would let me come. Why would she say that, Mommy?”
“I don’t know, sweetie. Maybe she had things to do, and it wasn’t convenient for you to go over.”
“When Chrissy’s Mommy came to pick her up I asked her if I could come and see the puppies. But she said no I couldn’t come. And she got real mad at Chrissy. She told her she wasn’t supposed to talk about the puppies. Why did she do that, Mommy?”
“I’m not sure, baby, but I’m glad you told me.”
“Can you call her, Mommy? Tell her you’re a veterinarian and you take care of dogs and cats.”
“Maybe I could do that. But right now, why don’t we go have some milk? I baked fresh chocolate chip cookies for you. You can tell me what else you did at school today.”
“Okay, but why can’t I play with the puppies? Don’t puppies like to play with kids?”
“That’s a good question. Let me think about it. In the meantime, I want a chocolate chip cookie, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
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