I stopped in my tracks, spinning to face her I implore, "Sweetie, my little hardcase- what is wrong? Why are you crying?"
Whispering, almost croaking she could barely speak, she squeaks out, "We haven't gone anywhere for awhile. We...have stayed home a lot lately. Why haven't you taken me anywhere?"
Dropping to my knees in front of her I begged forgiveness, "Oh, my. I'm so very sorry. Had I known-"
"Instead of blogging tomorrow, could you scour the internet for flights? I kinda wanted to see Santa Monica....maybe take a yoga class? Take some pictures on the beach? Hang out?" she beams up at me with that wide-eyed suitcasey kind of gaze.
"Ohhhh-kay. I'll see what I can do, little one," patting her on the top of her, uh, handle.
Smiling, the water droplet disappeared into thin air and I wondered for a split second if I had just been ever so slightly manipulated. Hmph. Methinks so. Cheeky suitcase!