There is definitely something wrong with her!
“Arthur, maybe we should…” I held the bridge of my nose.
I can’t leave her here...
“Hey Jules?” Zara said. With the tone of voice she used, I knew she wanted something. “Can we… um… go to the store to get some ice cream?”
“We have ice cream in the fridge, Zara.”
“But not CHOOOCOLAAAAAAAATE.” She sounded like a kid throwing a temper tantrum.
“But it’s Chocolate Chip. I thought you liked chocolate chip, Zara.”
“I do but I’m having a chocoholic craving and I don’t think that’s enough chocolate to satisfy it.”
“You can wait until--”
“NOOOOOOOO. I wanna go nowwwwwwwww.” Now she seriously sounded like a kid throwing a tantrum.
“Would Ivan want to see you acting like this?”
“Good question…” She smiled. It seemed to take her mind off of ice cream for a bit.
“I didn’t think so.”
“Pretty please with a cherry on top with some fudge and whipped cream and STRAAAAAAAWWBERRIES.” She was really pushing it.
“I will send you over by Lyllianne and Michelle.”
“NOOOOOOO…” I rolled my eyes at her as I sat on the couch next to Arthur.
“Fine, I’ll go by MYSELF.” I jumped out of my seat as she tried to walk out the door.
“You aren’t going alone anywhere. With what happened just a few hours ago, anywhere you go, I go, well... almost anywhere.”
“I JUST WANT CHOOOOOOCOLAAAAATE!” This is worse than getting my teeth pulled. It was so fucking annoying.
“YOU DO NOT NEED FUCKING CHOCOLATE NOW SHUT UP!” I screamed. Then she sat on the ground. “Don’t even-” She started to yell and have a tantrum on the ground. “Oh my god, she is like a fucking two year old...wait a second…”
How do you get two year olds to stop having a tantrum? You do exactly what they are doing.
“CHOCOOOOOOOOOLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!” I sat on the ground.
“And I want you to STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!” I whined. She looked at me like I was insane and stopped. “Never fails.” I grinned. “So, it’s either you get chocolate chip ice cream, or no ice cream. What’s your choice?” She didn't answer. “If you want it, you know where it is.” I sat down next to Arthur. “This is why I don’t want kids.”
“Yes you do. You want triplets.”
“Oh, yeah, I just don’t want to take care of Zara.”