"IT'S. BREAD TIME." May says.
That's...
It's a very intense declaration.
She seems really determined that the world knows of this fact.
That bread time has arrived.
I think this girl might be half bread.
Well...
No, no.
Not half bread yet.
But I think she found out you are what you eat, and she's started a scheme to eat enough bread that she can eventually turn into a loaf and eat herself.
Or...something.
The truth is, I'm a touch loopy from a long and difficult shift driving the wagon.
I might have some odd thoughts.
May hops up and down and shouts, "Auntie! It's Bread time! BREAD TIME!" She clasps her hands.
I smile down at her. "You're right, this place should also serve sweet bread." I kiss the top of her head and scoop her up. "So let's see what kind of sweet bread we can find!"
May cheers.
May kicks her legs wildly and waves her arms. "STICKY!" She bellows, and her finger comes down, pointing at Lucas.
