The calm after the storm

The tantrum continues, on two floors. Sophie stomps up and down, up and down the stairs. We hear things being thrown, dropped, kicked, punted. The screaming and sobbing are constant, like an air-raid siren.

“Fofie kying?” asks Hattie.

“Yes, honey,” I say.

“Fofie dad,” she says.

“She’s a little sad,” I say. “I think she’s more frustrated.”

“Yah,” Hattie agrees.

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