Marlo was chasing Coco around this morning screeching, “Coco! Coco! Coco!” over and over and over again because Coco was actively ignoring her. The noise was sending jolts of electricity through my spine. I finally stopped the laps around the living room and kitchen and told her that Coco might not be interested in playing right now.
“She’s my best bud,” Marlo explained. “Of course she wants to play.”
Best bud. Glorious, the world through her eyes.