The soft hum of cartoons played in the background as you sat on the floor with a book in your lap, engrossed in the pages. Wanda, who had regressed to her usual two-year-old self, sat nearby with her toys. She had tried to get your attention earlier, babbling excitedly and holding up her favorite plushie, but you were too focused on your book to notice.

After a while, Wanda huffed and plopped onto the floor, pouting. “Sissy won’t play.” she mumbled, tears welling up in her big, expressive eyes. She toddled over to Natasha, who was sitting on the couch observing the two of you. Climbing into Natasha’s lap, Wanda buried her face in her caregiver’s chest, her voice cracking. “Mama, sissy not nice! She no wanna play with me!”

Natasha chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around Wanda and rubbing her back. “Oh, my sensitive little one.” she cooed, her tone warm and soothing. “Sissy’s just busy with her book right now. Why don’t we let her finish, and then we’ll all play together?”

But Wanda wasn’t having it. She sniffled, her lower lip quivering as she shook her head. “No! Wanna play now!”

Natasha kissed the top of Wanda’s head, finding her dramatic little tantrum endearing. “Wanda, sweetheart, we can’t always get what we want the second we want it. Let Mama talk to sissy, okay?”

With Wanda still snuggled in her arms, Natasha turned to you. “Sweetheart.” she called gently, pulling your attention away from the book. “I think our little one here could use some attention from her favorite playmate. Can we save the book for later?”