Re: Quicklog, Marvel: the Martin-Argüelleses
"I told you! I told you she'd like it!" Teresita was victorious on her daddy's lap, little cheeks red from the kisses and her own pride. She squeezed her hands into fists, like her happiness was just overwhelming her, before she sprung down to her own feet to crawl under the tree and drag a present out for herself (it was hard to be patient). She stopped along the way to kiss her mamá on the nose and press her tiny palm to the bloom of the bow. She said something hushed about 'how pretty!' before she went on her way. "Now me!"
Cris sat back, leaning into his elbow, chin propped in his hand. He smiled at the infectious triumph.
"You did tell me alright." He laughed, amused, doting, when he looked to Elena. "All by herself. Tell her, Teresa."
The little girl was happy to gloat. She told the story about how she was giving Daddy antlers in a selfie they took (a picture, Cris corrected), and how the idea came to her then. She used her own allowance to get the shirt. Daddy pitched in for the paint, but the rest she did aaaall on her own. She even found one of Mommy's old makeup eggs to sponge Rudolph's nose!
"She left out the part about how she ruined my shirt in the process—"
"Daddy!"
"Just sayin'."
Teresa giggled as she pulled a box around, from Santa to her, and she tore into it without her mother's care for the paper (which was different, of course, than the paper on the other gifts, because it was Santa's paper).