They say, sometimes, that you shouldn’t judge someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. Margaret only needs once around the car.
This trip, however, was enough to convince her that Daddy was okay, and probably competent to read her stories. Probably. Maybe she needs to try out some of his other shoes, because flip-flops don’t tell you that much. And he only wears those on the weekends, anyway.
But he sure knows his Peter Rabbit.*
*Not as well as Mommy, but Mommy knows way too much about Beatrix Potter. Indeed, her knowledge of Peter Rabbit’s family tree – did you know that Flopsy marries Benjamin Bunny? – is a tad frightening, and shouldn’t be encouraged.