Ren sweeps straight past awkwardness and nods ardently. She holds back on word-vomiting a stream of consciousness about Alba. She can talk all day about her but it's probably not smart to do that.
"Y'know, the usual shit--"
At this point, she's gone with the assumption he's another daycare parent.
"It's presidents day - send her in with a weird tall hat. It's pirate day - we need you to put a stripey shirt in her bag. We're makin' cupcakes - send up thirty bucks." Ren rolls her eyes. It seemed like a new thing every week. "Here's a picture of her eatin' sand. Please talk to her 'bout biting people. Like, she's eighteen months, man, she's a biter. Ain't nothin' me telling her not to bite is goin' to do t'stop her."
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Ren sweeps straight past awkwardness and nods ardently. She holds back on word-vomiting a stream of consciousness about Alba. She can talk all day about her but it's probably not smart to do that.
"Y'know, the usual shit--"
At this point, she's gone with the assumption he's another daycare parent.
"It's presidents day - send her in with a weird tall hat. It's pirate day - we need you to put a stripey shirt in her bag. We're makin' cupcakes - send up thirty bucks." Ren rolls her eyes. It seemed like a new thing every week. "Here's a picture of her eatin' sand. Please talk to her 'bout biting people. Like, she's eighteen months, man, she's a biter. Ain't nothin' me telling her not to bite is goin' to do t'stop her."