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Jack is drawing, a contemplative expression on his face; and Georgia, because she wants to be just like Papa, is coloring, her face scrunched up with concentration as she draws with big toddler-sized crayons.
(Keiran tried to eat the crayons. Thus, he has been allowed only a teething ring for the time being, which he is gnawing quite happily.)
The tree god and the comfort goddess are also having a serious conversation.
Tremble with fear, mortals.
"There's so many sad people, sweetheart. I want to do something . . ."
Georgia considers, then nods, red curls bouncing. "Make sad go 'way."
"Oh? You think it's as simple as that?"
"Make sad go 'way," she says in her duh, Papa voice.
"Well. Apparently you do. And how do you suggest we make the sad go away?"
Georgia considers. Keiran tries to grab another crayon. Georgia giggles and shoves a fresh piece of paper at her Papa. "All gone!"
Jack picks up the paper, smiles at her, and nods. "Yes. Yes, I think you're right."
(Keiran tried to eat the crayons. Thus, he has been allowed only a teething ring for the time being, which he is gnawing quite happily.)
The tree god and the comfort goddess are also having a serious conversation.
Tremble with fear, mortals.
"There's so many sad people, sweetheart. I want to do something . . ."
Georgia considers, then nods, red curls bouncing. "Make sad go 'way."
"Oh? You think it's as simple as that?"
"Make sad go 'way," she says in her duh, Papa voice.
"Well. Apparently you do. And how do you suggest we make the sad go away?"
Georgia considers. Keiran tries to grab another crayon. Georgia giggles and shoves a fresh piece of paper at her Papa. "All gone!"
Jack picks up the paper, smiles at her, and nods. "Yes. Yes, I think you're right."