My son re-named my daughter, ‘little-bloom” (as in: tiny flower)
Little-Bloom’s (a.k.a. Little-Love’s) pj-pants are a little small. . . and a little torn.
Plus, she has a little bruise that Cyclone says we should pretend is her, “book-mark”
“Yeah, like this one on my arm.”
“Oh, you mean a birth-mark.”
“No, I wanna call it a book-mark.”
…I guess we are just renaming everything this morning…
What Cyclone wants, Cyclone gets.