“Mommy’s sorry, baby. Feel any better?”

Ellie asks gently as she settles a soft pat on your bare upper thigh, signaling that you’re a-okay to hop off her lap if you wanted to. Knowing you’re probably still a bit mad at her.

She’d just finished changing you some cute, bunny themed pj’s after a very violent tantrum. Your sensory issues had acted up at the worse time, and she failed to notice before it was too late. Which, left with no choice but to apologize profusely and kiss your cute little cheeks over and over again.

Not a soul could resist those pouting, tear-glazed puppy dog eyes.

“Huh, princess?”