Poor Flora
Charlotte and Elise, curled up on the couch with Auntie Deborah's dog Flora on a quiet Friday evening. They are petting her; she is enduring it in silent terror.
Me: "What do you like about Flora?"
Charlotte: "The top part of her head is really straight and soft."
Elise: "This is nice and warm. I want to pet Deborah's dog and then don't want it breaks."
Flora: "Please don't break me."
Me: "What do you like about Flora?"
Charlotte: "The top part of her head is really straight and soft."
Elise: "This is nice and warm. I want to pet Deborah's dog and then don't want it breaks."
Flora: "Please don't break me."