"Playing with scraps of paper again?" She asked.
I looked up from my desk. "It's not scrap; it's my drawing." proudly held the paper for her to see my crude drawing of a lion.
"It looks like a five-year-old scribbles," she laughed.
"I'm five, Mirabel!" I yelled at her angrily.
**
😂😅
I can only imagine a funny scene.
But she needs some encouragement.