Blake frowned, thinking about what she’d said about toys. Surely a child of almost four still played with them. He’d have to ask Elissa. She’d know about toys and little girls.
The next morning, Sarah dressed herself in her new frilly dress and her shoes and went downstairs. Blake had to bite his lip to keep from howling. She had the dress on backward and unbuttoned. She had on frilly socks, but one was yellow and one was pink. Her hair was unruly, and the picture she made was of chaos, not femininity.
“Come here, sprout, and let’s get the dress on properly,” he said.
She glared at him. “It’s all right.”
“No, it’s not.” He stood. “Don’t argue with me, kid. I’m twice your size.”
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