Diana stroked Kitty's golden tossed curls and kissed her head. The
little girl was sniffling over her scrapped up knees and elbows she
got from falling down the stone stairs while chasing her friend in a
game of hide-and-seek.
“I tell you what sweetie, how about I
make whatever you want for dinner?”
Kitty looked up with
tear-filled eyes. “Can... can we have pancakes?”
Diana
laughed and hugged her close. “Yes, of course. Pancakes for dinner.
It sounds wonderful.”
“The kind with chocowatey
cwip?”
Diana touched her nose to her daughters. “Yes.”
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