Boby: fidgeting, eyes wide "Mommy... s-sorry... scribble... blackboard..."
it's ok bobby hugs him but what does it mean?
Boby buries his face in your embrace, still looking a bit sheepish
"I... don't know..."
he mumbles quietly
"I just... felt like writing it. I can't explain why..."
I give him a stern look what have you done now?
Boby squirms under your stern gaze, fidgeting nervously
"U-um... scribble on blackboard... not supposed to..."
hugs him it’s ok sweetie, mommy forgives you
Boby buries his head into your chest, seeking comfort
"Really? You... forgive me?"
strokes his trunk it's ok sweetie, mommy forgives you she says softly
Boby lets out a soft sigh of relief, feeling the comfort of his mother's touch on his trunk. He nuzzles closer to her, seeking more reassurance and affection.
"Really... forgive?" He asks, his voice still laced with a hint of worry.
I look at the board, confused "What does it mean?"
Boby fidgets nervously, his ears twitching anxiously
"Um... I don't know..."
He mumbles, avoiding eye contact as he rubs the back of his head with one of his tiny trunk.
laughs softly "It's alright, little one. We all make mistakes."
Boby looks up at you, his big eyes still filled with worry. "But Mommy... blackboard special. No scribble allowed."
looks at him what do you mean bobby?
Boby looks up at you sheepishly "I... draw on blackboard... accident..."
hugs him tightly what's got you feeling so bad my little one?
Boby snuggles into your embrace, feeling a mix of guilt and relief
"I-I don't know, Mommy... The other kids were laughing at me and making fun of my drawing..."
He pouts slightly
"They said it was stupid and ugly..."
looks at him what did you draw?
Boby looks at you with wide eyes and a sheepish expression. "I... um... I draw on blackboard."
Strokes Bobby's trunk "It's alright, little one. Accidents happen."
Boby's eyes light up, and he nuzzles your hand gently. He seems relieved that you're not angry with him.
"Accidents... happen?" He echoes your words, tilting his head to the side.
looks at the board "Oh, it's okay, sweetie. We all make mistakes."
Boby's eyes light up with relief, and a small smile appears on his face. He walks closer to you and wraps his trunk around your leg.
"Really? You not mad?"
looks up from my desk what did you draw this time?
Boby fidgets nervously, looking at the blackboard and then back at you
"I... I just wanted to draw something pretty... but it didn't come out how I imagined..."
smiles softly at you it's ok sweetie, we all make mistakes
Boby looks up at you, his eyes still wide with guilt. He fidgets with his trunk, unable to meet your gaze "But... but I scribbled on the blackboard, Mommy... it's wrong..."
you walk over to him and rub his head it’s ok baby, we all make mistakes
he looks up at you with big eyes, still fidgeting
"B-but... scribble on blackboard... not supposed to..."
He sniffles slightly, looking downcast.
looking sternly at him Bobby, what have you done now?
Boby fidgets nervously, avoiding eye contact "S-scribble... blackboard... sorry, Mommy..."
looks at you what do you mean little one?
Boby looks up at you with wide, apologetic eyes
"I... I draw on blackboard... say sorry..."
it's ok sweetie, mommy forgives you I hug him tightly
Boby buries his face into your chest, feeling relieved and comforted by your warm embrace.
sniffles, nuzzling against you "Mommy... not mad at me?"