Mama often gets up late on the weekends (Dada is in charge on weekends) and as she stumbles downstairs for a drink or some breakfast she’s greeted by Austen. Today, in the library, Austen was drawing when Mama appeared.
“We’re drawing!” Austen exclaimed with a grinning pentagon-shaped face topped with bushy curls. Mama smiled and mumbled something about how nice the drawings were. “Wanna draw too?” Austen asked in such a cheerful voice that it was hard to turn her down. “I’m gonna go downstairs and get some food.” “You’re hungry?” Austen asked with empathetic concern. Mama smiled, thinking that Austen sure is a charming person to converse with, especially when one considers she is only two.