“Oliviaaaaaaa!” I called loud enough for the horses to hear.
She hopped over her dad and exited from the red SUV’s driver door.
Dad slipped on Olivia’s back pack and she grinned at us.
”Hi Henrietta!” Olivia waved.
”You’ve grown new teeth since I saw you last!” I said.
”Yeah…and I got new wiggly ones,” she replied while the bus driver waited patiently for his last charge at the stop to board the bus.
As the yellow kid carrier drove off, Dad told me baby Peyton is almost a year old.
Wow!
Joy……
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