Page 60 of The Nanny


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“Dad,Dad,”Sophie squeals excitedly as she rushes toward him. “It was awesome!”

“I’ll bet.” He reaches beside him to grab for two drinks, handing one to each of us. “I figured you guys might be thirsty.”

I shouldn’t be this happy over a bottle of Snapple, but I can’t help it. I only mentioned my favorite flavor once in passing, and apparently Aiden deemed it important enough to remember. I shake it back and forth, giving him a grateful smile. “Peach tea.”

“I’m told you bleed it at this point.”

I give my attention to the bottle just so he doesn’t see my goofy grin, reaching to unscrew the cap. I turn it over to read the fact, laughing.

Aiden cocks his head curiously. “What?”

“I can’t make this up,” I snort, holding the lid so I can read it to them. “ ‘The hundred folds in a chef’s hat represent the hundred ways to cook an egg.’ ”

Aiden laughs, holding out his hand. “No way.”

I drop the lid in his hand. “Canyou cook an egg a hundred ways?”

“I...” He frowns. “I don’t actually know. Am I supposed to know?”

“All the professional cooks I know are egg aficionados,” I tsk.

Aiden’s lips tilt up, and it might be the first normal moment we’ve had since Sunday.

Sophie is apparently not interested in this exchange, gulping down a swig of her Gatorade andaahing loudly after. “I want to go on the Matterhorn again,” she whines. “Can we do it again?” She gives Aiden a pleading look. “Dad. You wouldtotallylove it. Can we?”

“Oh, I...” He smiles at her but looks nervous. “You know, there’s a lot of stuff we still need to get to. How about I go on the next one?”

“Okay,” Sophie pouts.

I elbow Sophie gently. “I think your dad is scared of the Yeti.”

“What?” Sophie looks at her dad with concern. “Are you scared?”

Aiden raises one eyebrow. “I am not scared of the Yeti.”

“That sounds exactly like what someone who is scared of the Yeti would say,” I tease.

“Sure it is.”

“I’m just saying.” I shrug. “The minute you heard Yeti, you suddenly needed a bathroom break.”

“Hilarious,” he deadpans. “Are you guys hungry yet?”

Sophie covers her stomach with her hand. “I’m starving.”

“I saw a couple of food carts back that way.” He points back toward Fantasyland. “We could go and see what they have.”

“We still have to go on Peter Pan!”

“We’ll get there,” Aiden assures her. “We still have the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” she huffs. “As long as we—”

It takes Aiden and me a second to realize that Sophie has stopped following us, and when we both turn, it’s clear that something else has completely captured her attention. I follow her line of sight up toward Fantasyland, squinting my eyes to try to see what she’s seeing.

“Is that...?”

Sophie squeals. “It’s Mirabel!”

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