ASHER
"Doll, take your ease...She's just a baby and it's just a vase."
"If you always give me that reason, she's gonna grow the devil's horns, Asher. This is the third time she broke an expensive vase when she throws fits of tantrums!" Carrie snarled. Fuming.
Our three-year-old daughter scurried to her room, seeing her mother heading down the stairs. She wanted her favorite ice cream, but it was the rule Carrie had introduced in the house, NO SWEETS BEFORE A MEAL. And it was half-past ten. My daughter had almost persuaded me by her shedding of tears. However, ever the spoiled one, her patience was only hanging by thread. Thus, when I traded NO for the last time before giving in, she burst, crying her heart out, dropping her body on the carpet, accidentally grazing the Vintage Porcelain
