“I want to go see Nibbles,” Adalynn tells us in the morning. She doesn’t want to be here anymore (like she’s the one suffering). She wants to see our guinea pig, fish and the neighbor’s dog back home. It turns out it was never us she cared to visit.
Somehow we cater to this nighttime nemesis. Can we bundle you up? Want some hot oatmeal? It’s like we have Stockholm syndrome.
“It’s name is ‘Nibbles’?” Laura asks, emphasizing the “b” sound. She thought we’d been saying “Nipples” the whole time. Crazy Brazilians. We have a good laugh at that.