"My jumper all dirty!" Her little voice was still raised in anger, fists clenched to her sides. "I yike dis jumper an s'all diry and it's his fault 'cause I don't has another one, jus shirts and I wanna wear dis one and..."
On a sob, Leila hurled herself into DaDa's arms and buried her face into his shoulder. "Not fair, DaDa," she mumbled into his skin, "not fair."