"You promise?" "YES! YES, I DO!" "You promised last time, too." "I... PROMISE MORE THIS TIME!"
Taking the fork from the tiny girl's hand, Jamie cut off a piece of waffle, dragged it through the syrup puddle and ferried it into her mouth.
"Promising more of something you've failed to deliver isn't going to get you anywhere." A boyfriend. She could barely reach the doorknob or tie her own shoes!
"Izzatanuuu?" "Yes. No, don't spit or scream 'I hate-'" "I HATE YOU!" "-you."
Slipping off the chair she flung herself at her mother's leg. "I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! PUNCH HIS FACE, MOMMY, PLEASE? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"
Jamie stared at the strange display for a while. "Does she even know what those words mean?"