“That’s mean,” Hana said, her voice sounding lazy. “It’s like putting a snail at the bottom of the wall to start again.”
But the child had learned something new and was insatiable. In the end, Logan put her on the floor. Phoenix amused herself by touring the bedroom, picking up things that were formerly inaccessible like shoes and bags and fluff and bits of whatever she could get her hands on. Hana sighed having done this part before and remembering the exhaustion of it.
But Logan hadn’t and it was all wonderfully new and exciting to him. He crawled around behind her, giving chase while Phoenix belly laughed and fatigued herself, finally throwing up her lunch on the wooden rimu floorboards. She sat up, a look of distaste on her pretty face, but as she pushed herself up onto her ample nap
