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And the little monster put the unicorn in his mouth only seconds after he had told Grace that he wouldn’t do anything to it. But Grace was overreacting about the whole situation. Even though the poor unicorn was going to be covered in baby drool, they would at least be able to get rid of that with a quick flick of a wand. It’d be good as new once Frankie was done chewing on it in no time at all.
“I know. Just wait. In a few more months, you’ll understand how old twenty-two really is,” Seth said with a wink. “Oh, I do hope those presents aren’t scattered around the house. I don’t think my old, fragile body would be able to handle it. Too many chairs to look under, stairs to climb, and Merlin knows what else I’d have to do to find them all.”
Then Seth felt the little girl’s head fall onto his shoulder. Poor Grace. “Don’t worry, Grace. Frankie will give it back when he is done with it. We’ll clean up the unicorn so it’ll be like he never had it. Okay?”
Don’t chew it? Frankie blinked at mummy as he took another nom on the horsie’s horn. What else was he supposed to do with the toy? Anyway, it was not as if he was hurting it any. The horsie wasn’t crying out in pain, so that had to mean his sister’s toy enjoyed being drooled all over. But, apparently, Grace had a problem with that. Such a silly sister he had.
Frankie clapped his hand against the one that was holding the yummy horn he was nomming on. No one was taking away the pretty horsie even though his sister wanted it back. Then a thought popped into his little brain after he noticed that Grace did not look happy at all. Maybe she wanted to nom on it, too? It was rather tasty for a toy.
All of a sudden Frankie threw the horsie at his sister, the horn covered in drool hitting her face. “Hehe!”
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