I feel a streak of embarrassment flush my face. God—the things these kids know and notice these days are crazy. And coming from the mouth of a toddler! I never would have imagined Tris knows what breasts are, let alone that her father was looking at mine.
“It’s just an adult versus child misunderstanding,” I tell myself. There’s no way Tris actually knows what her dad was looking at.
I clear my throat and cough to get us back on track, flipping through the clothes quickly to find a better outfit for her.
Together, Tris and I pick out the perfect everything: swimsuit, swim cap, flip-flops, and goggles—a perfect set.
She is absolutely adorable! I want to pinch her cheeks and tell her she looks perfect. However, I’m still very much a stranger to this litt
