Luna’s POV
We’re ready in record time. It is even easy to brush Beth’s hair, since the braid she wore has kept the strands mostly tangle free and smooth.
‘Okay sweetie, let’s get your shoes on and we can go to the park,’ I encourage. I pick up my sneakers from where I left them last night and pull them on, efficiently cinching and tying the laces.
‘I need help,’ Beth states, wiggling her sock covered toes at me from where she is sitting on the bottom step. ‘I can’t tie my laces yet, so you have to help me.’
I nod, turning toward the shoe rack and picking up a pair of sparkly purple shoes that catch the light.
‘No! Not those ones. Those are my restaurant shoes, for when Daddy takes me out for dinner,’ Beth tells me quickly, her eyes wide with the importance of the distinction.
‘Oh, ok
