«What has my Vinnie done today?» Alexander inquires a few seconds after storming into his bedroom. He only managed to change clothes.
The odd thing is that he's asking our daughter directly. She can't speak yet, so it would make more sense to talk with me in her stead. I've been with her for the whole day, so I for sure know what she has done.
Which is: nothing.
Lavinia spent her day eating, sleeping, and staring at me. She's just like her father in his lazy moments, now that I think about it.
Alexander stretches out his arms and picks Lavinia up. He carries her around the room for a while, talking like an idiot.
«Your daddy was very busy too,» he says. «I had to do so much work to make you and your mother live so comfortably...»
Daddy? Mother? What is this difference in treatment?
«She can be ruthless, at times, and I don't want her to leave me because I can't provide for you two,» he adds.
