Hadn’t heard my daughter for some minutes. What was she doing? Why wasn’t she singing? I peeked out of the window. The garden glowed in the afternoon sun. There she was, under the umbrella, sitting in the inflatable kiddy pool.
Something caught her attention. I went to check. “Sweety?” Emily chewed something. “Darling, what are you eating?” She pointed at the empty chair near the pool. “Yucky bug. The lady said I had to, so you’re safe.”