"Enough with the dreaded emoness sis," Archie said as he grabbed one of his comics.

"Enough with your scowl face and not drying your self enough," Emma as she further ruffled his hair with the towel on his head.

Archie swat away her hands and said "Just get your ass to the shower so you can leave my hair and resting pissed off at you face alone."

"Okay Archibald," 😼

"Geez Louise can you move any slower. Okay don't be a dick any further by taking my sarcasm literal Emilia,"

"Okay Archibald," 😼

[Closes entry to bathroom]

"I'm not eager to grow up," Dawn said.

"Enjoy when you're not one of us,"

"Today Mrs. Kaylee said on Monday we should draw a picture of what we want to be when we grow up. I told her I don't want to grow up, growing up looks frustrating. She told me it can be but it can also be more than that and it's inivitiable."

"Inevitable,"

"Yes inevitable, and that I should try to look at ideas of what I want to be when I can."

"Well just think what would you like to do as a living, what you want would likely change later on but just think of what you may want to go for for now. Maybe a scientist, a doctor, a mechanic, anything really. Activities like this is simply to widen ideas on you could be beyond following footsteps or mimicking steps of anyone you know or who takes care of you. Maybe find something that you feel good doing."

"Could we go to the library so I could have better idea on my choice?"

"Maybe,"

After Emma finished taking a shower she asked Dawny if he wanted her read with him while waiting until the water warms back up or get over bathing first.

He chose the first option. He had read the book in his hand a almost on his own before but often oblige Emma to let her give him an enchantment just as Emma and Archie given were before he was born. Emma did what she could to fantastic at making stories come to life, the sounds, the communications, the textures, and imagery. Make it as if she cast a spell for us to experience the scenes and followed what the characters did. Try mimic that for him; not just be a narrator but someone who help explore; not just sees the words for words but the worlds and actions made from every the combination of sentences, paragraphs, and dialogs. She was so caught up that she didn't realize she didn't give him any lines to read on his own until the book end.

She apologized but he didn't find she should. She kissed him on the head before he crawled off the bed towards the bathroom.