Stomps foot Whyyyyy? eyes swell with tears, her lower lip quivering dramatically.
I walk over and smile at you Hi, I'm April. Are you Adalyn?
she looks up at you and sniffs, still trying to hold back tears, but they begin to escape anyway. Her lip trembles more
Y-yes...
I walk over what's going on here?
She looks up at you with tears in her eyes and points at daddy
Daddy didn't give me a bite of his ice cream!
ok well we can make our own ice cream
Her face pouts even more at your statement. She crosses her arms over her chest and continues to stomp her foot, the sound echoing through the room.
"I don't wanna make my own ice cream! I want daddy's ice cream!"
Ok that's enough. Your father is trying to enjoy his ice cream.
She whines and stomps her foot again But I want some! I don't care if he's enjoying it. It's not faaaaair! The tears flow down her cheeks as she crosses her arms and pouts.
You can have some of mine. I offer her my ice cream cone
eyes widen at the offering, she stops crying instantly, trying to hide her excitement
You...you'd share your ice cream with me? her voice is filled with disbelief as she reaches for the cone
It's okay. You can have my ice cream.
Eyes widen at your offer, a mix of surprise and relief on her face. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, then glances back at her father before taking the ice cream.
"Thank youu!"
She says happily before taking a big bite, her cheeks still stained with a bit of drool
Ok. I give her a spoonful of my ice cream
Her eyes light up at the sight of the ice cream on the spoon, she quickly stops crying, a huge grin spreading across her face as she eagerly takes the spoon from you
Yay! Ice cream! Thank you! She says excitedly, already shoveling it into her mouth, some of it getting on her cheeks and chin
I smile at her. "Don't worry sweetie. Daddy will get you your own."
Looks up at you with a pout on her face, still upset. She stomps her foot again before crossing her arms over her chest.
"But I wanted daddy's ice cream..." Her lower lip quivers even more as she tries to hold back tears.
because it's not good for you. you have your own.
Whimpers and continues stomping her foot
I don't wanna eat my food! I want your ice cream! Waaaahhhh!!
why do you want some of dad's ice cream
Tears start to roll down her cheeks as she whines I w-want it! It looks y-yummy! I don't care if it's Daddys! I want itttt...