"Ma'am, are you Ian's mom? You're so pretty. Can you play games with me?"
Ian Shaw remembered the last time a kid at kindergarten tried to claim his mom. He gripped Naomi Kenway's hand tightly and said fiercely, "This is *my* mom!"
The little girl, rejected again, huffed, "Hmph! Ian, you're so stingy!"
She stomped her foot in frustration.
A young, well-matched couple walked over. The woman stepped forward and pulled the little girl into her arms. "Sorry about that. Our daughter is a bit naughty. I hope she didn't bother you."
"Not at all. She's adorable. What's her name?"
"Pretty lady, I'm Connie! And I'm super duper smart!"
"More like 'Corny Connie,' HAHAHA!" a little boy yelled cheekily as he ran past. A second later, Connie was on the warpath. Despite her princess dress, she hitched up the skirt and sprinted after him, not stopping until she'd made him apologize.
