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Jeannette drops out of the tree with a soft thud, grinning wide as she wipes the dirt from her palms on her skirt. Calling for Blender, she pads inside for juice, wiping her bare feet on the mat outside before slamming inside.
Grunting as she closes the sliding door, she giggles when Blender slips across the tile floor in a hurry to reach her water.
"Papa," Jeannette calls, heading down the hall to his office. Staying home with him is much better than daycare, even if she does miss her Daddy. "Papa, are you done working yet?"
Well, she could get the juice herself, but it always tastes better when he does it for her.
Grunting as she closes the sliding door, she giggles when Blender slips across the tile floor in a hurry to reach her water.
"Papa," Jeannette calls, heading down the hall to his office. Staying home with him is much better than daycare, even if she does miss her Daddy. "Papa, are you done working yet?"
Well, she could get the juice herself, but it always tastes better when he does it for her.