Saffron opened her iPad on the clubhouse table. “I made an outline for today’s schedule of play. Barbies at eleven, then lunch. Sidewalk chalk at two, then jump roping or swings and slides at the park. Snacks at three followed by painting and beads.”
“I think I have a prior commitment this afternoon,” Nevaeh said.
Brioche started to cry. “You promised to do beads with me this time, Neenee! You’re a big fat liar!”
“You can’t call me fat!”
Saffron stood up. “Girls! Let’s not have a brouhaha over this. I could switch beads and Barbies, I suppose.” She frowned at her iPad.
“I’m not allowed to cross the street to go to the park anyway,” Brioche said. “Daddy told me the intersection there is too dangerous.”
“Ughhh!” Saffron exclaimed. “I’m going to have to redo this whole schedule. It’s a good thing we met early to plan our day.”
I just suddenly realized that I think of “Nevaeh” as a normal name now. Is that normal?
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My phone knew it, which was irritating.
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I’m just mad about Saffron
She’s just mad about me
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😂 great song!
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I love this Paula, typical girls…
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Thanks! 🙂
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The way of modern kids. Booked just like their parents. You nailed it.
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Heh right? Thank you 💕
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A good story. Love the names!
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Ty 😀
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🙏
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I’m so glad I grew up in the Fifties. (Say what you will about them.)
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Yeah. I think I got the worst deal in the 60s. Both the 50s and the 70s were better imo.
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