“Your daddy’s just protective, that’s all. He did the same thing to me, believe me. All you have to do is show him how you can do it - make him something he likes and impress him! Then you’ll be fine, sweetie. I promise. I’ll try talking to him too.” Though she didn’t know how much help that’d be. “It is pink and, well, maybe we don’t have to tell him about it. Not right away, anyway.” Claire could distract him long enough without actually having to lie…right?
“Sure. Protective. Mom, I think that’s a bit of an understatement.” Samantha’s face immediately brightens up at the thought of pink cotton candy, and her arms go around her mother’s waist in a quick hug. “Thank you! God, you’re the absolute best, alright? Yeah, I could make something for the school, and we could make sure dad never shows up. If anyone asks any questions, we’ll just say that dad is… sick. Huh? That a good plan or what?”