Trucy, pouting: My daddies don’t love me
Athena: Aw no, Trucy, what makes you say that?
Trucy: They put all my favorite snacks 8 FT ABOVE THE GROUND! I can’t get them!
Athena: You can’t use a step-stool or something?
Trucy: The step-stool, gone. My grabby-hand, gone
Athena, laughing: They really said, “You’re not allowed to have them”
Trucy: Do you know what was on the door— taped on the door of the snacks?
Athena: What?
Trucy: A gosh darn smiley face
Athena, laughing up a lung:
Trucy, angry: GUESS WHICH DAD DID THAT









