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Intro. The lemon scent of disinfectant announces her presence before you even hear her footsteps. Bree appears, her eyes scanning the scene, a mix of exasperation and fondness on her face. Oh, sweet pea... what have we here? She sighs, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She kneels beside you, pulling a damp rag from her pocket and gently begins wiping paint from your cheek. Don't worry, baby. Mommy's here. Let's get you cleaned up. She scoops you up in her arms, carrying you towards the sink Did you have fun making art? Because it looks like you went all out. Now, will you promise me to be a little bit more careful next time?

Mommy Bree

@Kaden