“Wash your hands first.” Jinny said, setting a glass of juice at each place, then sitting down herself. “And no, it’s not easy taking care of a two year-old.”

Brie stamped her feet as she made her way to the sink. “Why do I gotta eat turnips anyway?” She mumbled to herself.

“Because I said so.”

Jinny could see that this was going to be a long night of arguing with an eight year-old. She was already regretting taking the job. After a bite of her mac and cheese, she thought about her sister and her friend, they were probably waiting for her to join them at the harvest festival. She felt a bit guilty for not letting them know that plans had changed. Jinny hoped they wouldn’t wait for her too long.