You want me to smile?

Do I look at all amused? I was having fun running into the ocean, dancing around all of the seaweed, rocks and starfish. But then all of a sudden, someone decides it’s a good idea to leave. Next thing I realize, I’m being picked up, against my will, and plunked in the middle of the beach and greeted by a freezing gust of wind. Fine, maman wrapped me with a towel, oh splendid. Look at my face, does it look like I’m warm? This always seems to happen when you’re small like I am. Everyone else makes your decisions for you with very little, if any consultation. “Izzie, do you want one of these, do you want to go there, is it time for a nap.” All questions I get multiple times a day and it always seems like my opinion does not factor in quite as much as I would like. Well, unless I put my foot down and that normally includes lots of tears. A trick I’ve learned that does tend to get people to take you seriously.