In the morning, May zips down the hallway like a wild, sugar infused bullet. "Auntie! Auntie! Lucas! Look! Look!" The little girl bounces around us, excitedly hopping from one foot to the other, unable to contain her restless energy or her overflowing delight.
I can't help but smile when I see her like this, it's infectious. "What is it, May?" I pat her head and ask her, keeping my tone soothing and even, curious to find out what exactly has her in such a tizzy.
"I got it!" May looks up at me with the widest smile on her lips. "I can say it without any mistakes anymore! Can you guess, auntie? Guess!!" She dances in place, shaking with suppressed glee and excitement as she practically vibrates in place.
"You memorized Prince Sebastien's name?" Lucas guesses.
"Ehehe," May giggles and points her finger at Lucas triumphantly. "Right!! It's Sebasss..."
