"Emmanuelle, please don’t cry, its okay mama’s here" Thee little 2 year old began to to whine and flail "I don’t wanna sleep, I don’t wanna play with Maximo or Minnimo~ I wanna see Papa! or senor Cris! I don’t wanna sleep" Antonia sighed with her head in her hand "but tesoro, its very late, I’ll call one of them in the morning, you can write your papa a lette-" "No!" "emma, please" "Noooooooo~!""maybe we can visit bubbles someda-" the little girl inturupted the suggestion with a shriek of refusal for any middle ground, she wants what she wants and she will get it.
"what do i do?"