“Mellie, put your wrapper on!”, Sprinkles shouted–or at least, she tried. Shouting presented some challenges when everything you said was delivered in a sweet, sugary tone. She waddled over to opposite side of the box, where her day-old daughter was bouncing from wall to wall. “Nuuude!’, the mini cupcake giggled, waving her wrapper like a victory flag.
Sprinkles felt the urge to laugh creeping into her layers. She pursed her frosted lips. “Mellie, baby, you can’t just–” But the sight of her child parachuting off the east corner and floating to safety with her own covering drew a guilty snicker from the new mother. Her own parents had never indicated how thin the lining was between discipline and hilarity.
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