TheWeeOne surveyed the fridge in her nightie and socks, …for a while.
Pragmatically-minded I marked time in my head:
* One
* Two
* Three
* (close the door already?)
Luckily I curtailed the pragmatist and sensitively asked,
What are you looking for?
Something ta eaaat…
I breathed in, to speak plainly, but she is not one to leave obvious statements stranded for long.
Whirling on her heel, back tightly arched, shoulders awash on the words, she continued the stream,
…cause my tummy
is as big
as the sky
of Newwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Mexico!
blief 