Scooping May up with a grin, Sassy snuggled her for a good long while and then plopped her on her hip and kissed her head. "Mayilia Alessa, are you sure you want jeans? Don't you want to look around first? What if you see something you like better?"

Contrary to popular belief, Sassy's father hadn't spoiled her when she was young. He'd said those same words to her, repeatedly, so by the time they were done shopping she'd have one thing proudly clutched in her hands because it was the one thing she liked better than the rest. Then she turned sixteen and it all went down hill.

"Like a lime green My Little Pony."