Fiona
“Find me again, Feeona,” Daisy asked, giggling wildly as she sat on the closet floor and slid the door shut.
We were in Daisy’s room, and I’d spent the last hour “finding” her as she hid in one of three locations—in the closet, under the table, or on the floor next to her bed, with a single pillow on her head to conceal herself.
“Now, if I was a Daisy, where would I be?” I said in a serious tone, walking past the closet. “Would I be here? Hmm, no. Or would I be here? Hmm. No Daisy. How will I ever find her?”
Daisy laughed and slid open the closet door again.
“I’m right here, Feeona! Silly Feeona.”
“Ah, there’s my Daisy-Mae!” I picked her up and whirled her around as she giggled.
There was a knock at the door, and then April walked in. “I’ve got a snack for Daisy,” she said, ho
