“What do you want to do today?” I ask, pouring Trixie a second bowl of Sainsbury’s-own Cheerios (note-to-self, stop buying English Cheerios, they are ridiculously higher in sugar than American Cheerios).
Trixie chomps, slurps, and swallows, banging her legs against the cold metal chairs that came with our rented cottage. “I know! Let’s play baby!” she cheers.
I sigh in response. We play ‘baby’ a lot. The game…
.jpg?w=182&h=122&crop=1)
