"Mommy, I gotta go.... Why can't we go out the front door?"
"They are sealing the stone. We can go out front again in a day or two. The job is almost done. It will get better"
"You keep saying that but I don't see it. I have to walk to the back of the house, and go down a bunch of stairs to get...where? There is just this funny plasticy-feeling landscape fabric that I don't like. And the ground is uneven under it. I can't see the dips and then I fall on my face. Once I cross the void of blackness I still have to walk cross more pavement and jump over funny white plastic tubes... all for what? No grass. Not even dirt. Just rocks and gray dusty stuff. This is what you call an improvement?. We got to go out the front door yesterday -- at least it was a shorter, easier walk to the gray dust. When a girl's gotta pee a girl's gotta pee. This is ridiculous..."
"Good girl! Want a Treat?"
"Oh yes mommy! I love treats. And I've earned them after all that. But now I need to go back under the bed."
