BPOV
"Yes, Daddy. Mama is so bad. I don't like her. I wanna come to you. When will you come to bring me?"
As I refused to give her my phone, she was having this imaginary conversation with her Dad on her toy phone.
"Look baby, what did I get for you? Your favorite ice cream." I smiled at her.
"I don't want it." she folded her arms across her chest, and turned her face in opposite direction.
So stubborn! Alright then!
"Hello Rosalie?" I started my own imaginary conversation.
"Hey do you know any nice four old girl? Actually Carlie hates me now. She doesn't want to live with me."
I had to stifle my chuckle as she changed her position and looked at me.
"Yeah... She'll get everything. Carlie's toys, her tent house, everything will be hers. Oh is it? She's cuter than Carlie? Oh my God! I'm so happy." I continued. "Okay, I'll call you again."
"Alright then! I'll put this ice-cream in refrigerator again then." I sighed dramatically and made my way towards the kitchen.
"But I want ice-cream,Mama." I smiled as she ran after me.