[She made sure nothing harmful was in his path, first, geez.

Giving up on reading the sentence she already tried to re-read twice now, Tasha dropped the book in her lap and asked:] Oh, you do that well enough on your own. Would you rather I baby you today? That could be fun. I'll even go out and buy you a sippy cup with a bird on it.

[She didn't need to smile, he could hear it in her tone.]