I guessed she was right, and she said I could have it on school days so it wasn’t like she was really taking it from me. “Now go back to the couch and I’ll make you something.” She ordered. I obediently crawled back over and got on the couch, though it was a bit harder getting onto the couch from the floor.
I looked at Hermione in my hand, searching for something to entertain me until whatever Mommy was making was ready. I began to make her dance, starting with making her arm do the classic disco point thing. Then I began to shake her, her head flopping from side to side as I did so.
“Breakfast is ready baby!” Mommy said, interrupting my choreography session. She came in holding a bowl of oatmeal in one hand, and a baby bottle scaled up for an adult in the other.