Ch 22
“Mommy…why won’t the other kids play with me?” asked D.S., pushing out his bottom lip.
“Don’t take it personally. You’re a security guard. It’s your job to protect them. Now, who wants to go out for some dairy-free icecream?” asked Ada, leading him to the car.
“I do! I do! Mommy, I don’t like security work. It’s not fun. Can I be a bad guy again? Playing cops and robbers is way more fun with real guns! Pew, pew! Ratatata!” exclaimed D.S., making fake gun sound effects.
