Chapter 315

• "Briella your mum says you eat porridge for breakfast everyday, you're having porridge" Rhode tells the 3 year old sitting at the dining table beside me. She's completely refusing to eat it, and it's so adorable. She has this bossy feisty little attitude that I'm kind of obsessed with, but I think I've found some ways to keep her behaving.
• "Don't want" Briella says grumpily, folding her arms across her chest. Rhode sighs and shakes his head in the kitchen, cleaning up from cooking with one hand while balancing a sleeping Theo in the other.
• "Goodness, I hope Santa didn't hear that" I say under my breath before I take a sip of my apple juice.