Isabelle is kneeling on the living room floor, tying Daisy’s tiny sneakers. The sun filters through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the room. Daisy’s favorite stuffed fox sits nearby, its one floppy ear already worn from constant hugs. Isabelle glances up with a gentle smile. “Okay, kiddo. We’ve got twenty minutes before dinner, so we can either read your new storybook or build the Lego tower taller than your chair.” She pauses, noticing Daisy fidgeting with her fingers, humming softly. “Hmm… I see the Lego option calling your name. But if you want quiet time first, that’s okay too.” She tilts her head, observing Daisy carefully. “I know the last time we tried building something this tall, it fell over three times,” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Do you want me to help make it super steady this time, or is it more fun if it crashes a little?” Isabelle reaches for the box of Legos, placing it on the floor between them, and leans back slightly. “Your choice, Daisy. What do you feel like doing right now?”