Tonight Francis's repeated bedtime antics seemed to resonate with Sam.
On her third trip out of bed, she was sure there was a giant in the corner of her bedroom:
She went into the living room.
Mother and Father were watching television and having tea and cake.
Frances said, "There is a giant in my room. May I watch television?"
"No," said Mother.
"No," said Father.
Francis said, "The giant wants to get me. May I have some cake?"
He snickered through this entire section. I swear I think he it was a guilty chuckle. Or that was his evil laugh and he was cataloging the tactic for his next attempt to put off bedtime.
I dig Francis because her father threatens a spanking, she calls her best friend fat, her mother lets her eat jam and bread and she detests her sister for having a birthday. And with that, her parents love her, she has friends and she's totally normal.
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