“Now that you’re gonna stay at home, and Jenny is going to babysit you; I want you to put on something that’s appropriate for what you’re going to do. You get it?” He cracked a smile, hoping to lighten her mood.
Not wanting to disappoint, Brie nodded, and fled down the hall to her room.
Her father sighed, continuing his journey into the kitchen area; Jenny followed.
“I ain’t gonna lie, she can be a handful sometimes; are you sure you’re up to watching her?”
“Yes, Mr. Macabe.” Jenny replied solemnly.