Dom and little Academy
Her name is Rosabelle, and she's like a walking talking puppy doll, most days, sometimes she'd cry out for her mommy and won't play with me, like today.
"Fine, you can have the blue doll," I say trying to get her to stop crying.
"The red doll?" I ask confused what does she even want?
"Iris, why is she crying?" Daddy Zane walks into my room to find her crying, we're having a playdate over my place this time, while her mommy got some teacher meeting.
"Nu know," I answer him honestly, is she hungry? I think to myself and run to get the cookie box, she's a puppy, maybe she wants treats.