He had just learned of Dumbledore’s death when
Annabelle’s sippy cup hit him in the head. He was so startled he made a squawking sound like a goose, almost running off the side of the road.
“What the heck!â€? Brime yelled.
“Daddy want juice!â€? Annabelle yelled back. “Want juice! Want juice right now!â€?
“Honey daddy’s driving right now. We’ll get you juice in a little bit,â€? Marcie told Annabelle soothingly.
“I want juice!â€? screeched Annabelle.
Brime had no choice, but to pull over to the side of the road. In the six years since he’d become a parent, he’d learned that although the parents had a toddler on size and knowledge, they had nothing on them when it came to stubbornness.