No matter how annoyed I am at the feeling of not remembering, it isn't as if I suddenly remember. I have to give up on that frustration eventually.
And it's rather difficult to stay sour when May is so happy and energetic, anyway. Even if I try, she'll only notice and get upset.
So I can't, even if I want to.
I have to put the frustration away.
"Yay! Picnic!"
She bounces up and down on her toes, and then rushes to sit next to the fire.
Her wiggling toes - for she's taken off her shoes for reasons only really understood by her - are a bit closer to the fire than I'd like to see.
Before I can say anything, though, Roland catches my eye and shakes his head.
I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head.
He shakes his head more firmly, and turns his attention to the food.
I suppose he intends to keep a close eye on her.
And he is more experienced with kids than I am, so if he says it's fine, then I'm sure it must be fine.
It's not that I don't trust him.
