Riptide
she called out happily, and I looked over to her, to see her gaze trained on my Princess and the frog sticker on the door.
"She's my favorite" she added and my smile grew.
"Mine as well,"
"My mommy loves her too," she confided
"Do you have a favorite pizza?" I asked her knowing the pizza place was less than ten minutes away.
"Pepperoni,"
"What does mommy like?"
"Vegetarian," she replied saying the word slowly.
"You're saying it correctly," I praised, thinking back to what she mentioned was her mother's favorite, and I cringed not really finding leaves on a pizza appetizing, but then again Britt does drown her hotdog in mayo and drink coffee around the clock.
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