Chapter 26: A Promise and A Mistake.
M A R C O
SERÁ LOVES TALKING. She just turned two a few days ago, and all she does is talk. Italian, Spanish, English, she speaks it nonstop.
We took her to the park, it's nice day out, and Angel wanted some fresh air.
The whole drive, it was:
"Daddy what are clouds made of?"
"From water."
"So not marshmallows?"
"No marshmallows, Principessa."
Then there's a pause, about forty seconds.
"Mommy is the cows putting grass in Milt?"
Milt is Milk.
"Uh, no. No, milk is just...milk. Cows make it."
"So it's no poo comes outta his butt?"
"Her butt, and no."
"Ok, Mommy."
I literally praise God that we got there in ten minutes.
This? This is no more. I will build a park as big and the house. But this will not happen again!
"We are here! We are her
