Like a shadow following a form, it left her utterly perplexed.
"If you keep staring, I'll gouge out your eyeballs!" Sophie Sullivan warned fiercely.
Thomas Shannon held his forehead with one hand, "Snowball, Daddy has a headache."
Snowball immediately put down the fork, ran over to his side, looked up at his wound, and blew on it.
The little head pulled back a bit, a soft voice full of concern, "Daddy, does it feel a little better?"
Thomas Shannon glanced at Sophie Sullivan and slowly shook his head.
Snowball leaned forward again and gently blew on the wound on his forehead.
Head pulled back and asked again, "Is it better now, Daddy?"
Thomas Shannon pretended to be troubled, "If Snowball blows on it one more time, it might feel a bit better."
Snowball obediently blew on it again, and Sophie Sullivan couldn't stand it on the side, "Thomas Shannon, haven't you had enough?"
