A young girl steps around from behind Alissa. Valerie, or Val, has a scowl on her face, annoyed for a different reason than Alissa. She's always a bad mood anytime a stupid adult drags her away from her playtime.
She cranes her neck to try and look up on the counter, to see who Alissa is talking to. The intense look on the barely four-year-old's face is at odds with her purple Encanto teeshirt and strappy sandals. As she makes eye contact with you, her expression turns to one of giddy amusement.
"Wow, lookit Alissa! Teacher is tiny! He's so cute and tiny!" she blurts out loudly.
Alissa doesn't turn to acknowledge her, but says, "He sure is, Val. We can play with him in a sec, but first let's get you nice and dry." The woman continues to stare at you. You wonder why she hasn't picked you up to clean you off or help you. Apparently the children come first.
"Go grab a new Pull-up for me, okay?" Alissa asks the girl. Val looks at Alissa, then back at you, a little dejected, but she obeys the woman for now. She rushes over to the diaper cubbies. Alissa seems to have decided something, and reaches out her hand toward you. You remain hopeful the giantess just plans to wipe you off.
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