"...Do you want to grow up into a girl with a big waist? Like Garfield, hmm?"
"No, I don't want to become Garfield..." The little girl lowered her head, standing very straight, looking pitiful.
Tara Summer patted her daughter's head and turned her gaze to Harris Yancey: "And you, Harris, Mommy has told you too, your heart just got better, too many sweets will put a burden on your heart. You can eat them, but Mommy won't object only a year later, when your heart is fully healed, did you forget?"
"I didn't forget..." Harris Yancey, being older, was more understanding than Nine. He didn't show any sad expression and smiled while admitting to Tara Summer, "I'm sorry, Mommy, I promise I won't do it again!"
"Good boy." Tara Summer patted his hair, her red lips curling into a smile.
When her gaze fell back on her daughter, she saw the little girl pouting, about to cry. She immediately squatted down.
