Lullaby separated a pony shape from the dough a little more viciously than necessary and when he spoke, his voice held a sharp edge of displeasure, "it doesn't sound like those are friends at all."
He turned to his son and smiled. "You'll become whatever you want to be, my darling. Because I know just how tough you are and you'll always have your family to support you. I would rather listen to your voice every day for the rest of my life than anyone else."
Lullaby opened the oven a slid the tray of cookies in and then moved over to give his son a quick hug. "Thank you for telling me."
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