#convoemma

Chris had taken far too long to get back to Emma about bringing his daughter around to the craft shop for a little fun and he felt really bad. He was usually so organised in everything he did but with India’s mother being a pill lately, he had no time to actually spend with his daughter. Finally, they had a full fortnight together and Chris knew it was time to go and see the craft shop owner. Making sure India was dressed in something she could get dirty without ruining, Chris took her by the hand and led her down the path toward the craft shop. The bell rang as they entered and once Chris saw Emma, he smiled a little, lifting his daughter up into his arms, “Hey! Sorry to spring us on you... but I saw on the website there was a class today?” 

Are you there?

Don't think I can again now, either.

Hmm. Could be me. Could be you. I wouldn't speak so loudly in case he or she hears. 

Nope. Different colour for different day... you have days of the week written on your underwear?