Magic or Muggle?- "She said I wasn't magic because I have messy hair."
Camila was sitting in the living room with her play magic kit, patiently waiting for her Uncle Max , Aunt Lindsey and cousin Gracie to arrive. Camila always had fun with Gracie since she always played different games with her and Uncle Max and Aunt Lindsey always snuck her the best candies or chocolates when her mommies weren't looking. Along with the fact that Camila hadn't seen her Aunt,Uncle and cousin in a while, she was extremely excited to see them.
"Momma are they coming soon?" Camila asked, growing more impatient by the minute.
"Uncle Max just told me they're almost here." Alex replied, kissing the top of her daughters head. Mitchie was out in the studio until just before dinner so it had been only Alex and Camila for most of the day. When Camila heard a car pull up in the drive way she rushed to the window and waved hysterically at the three coming up the walkway.
"Hey Grac-" Alex didn't even get her words out before her 9 year old niece stormed passed her, obviously not in a good mood.
"Is she okay?" Alex asked, not used to her niece being in such a foul mood.
"She got into a fight with one of her friends at school earlier today," Max replied.
"I think she's still pretty upset about it."
Not really paying attention to what the adults were saying, Camila grabbed her magic hat and cape and brought it into the kitchen where Gracie was grabbing a drink.
"Gracie wanna play magic with me?!" Camila exclaimed, not even picking up on the fact that Gracie was in a foul mood.
"Momma teached me a trick and I'm really good at it now!"
"Not right now Camila," Gracie replied, taking a sip of her drink.
"But I wanna show you my magical trick!" Camila whined.
"You're not magical, Camila," Gracie said, annoyance in her voice.
"Why not?!" the 4 year old asked with a huff.
"Because!" the 9 year old exclaimed.
"Because why?!" Camila asked, raising her voice.
"Because you have messy hair! Magicians don't have messy hair so you're not magic" was the best thing Gracie could come up with on the fly but evidently it was enough to have her niece in hysterics and crying to her moms.
"Momma!" Camila cried, running back into the living room leaving her hat and cape in the kitchen.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Alex asked as her daughter threw herself into her arms.
"Gracie said I wasn't magic because I have messy hair!" Camila exclaimed, choking out her words as she sobbed. The three adults tried their hardest not to laugh and Max and Lindsey called Gracie into the living room to let her know that Camila was magic, with or without her messy hair.