Emmaline-Belle: Mom Explains Why We Do This
When there wasn't a pagent to wake up for while it was still dark, and drive to, and get dressed up and ready for, Saturday mornings were for sleeping in and eating cereal and watching cartoons or wrestling until you could be bothered to go get dressed so you could play outside. This morning there was no pagent, and so Em had been able to sleep until the sun was awake, and had enjoyed the sugary weekend treat of a bowl of cereal with a cartoon character on the box.
Although Em wanted to go see what was on TV she hadn't complained when her Mom had grabbed her. Em wasn't a child who enjoyed having her hair brushed and styled and played with; putting up with all that was just another chore that had to be done. She did like the rare occasions she got to spend with her Mom that weren't about winning some pagent or other. She liked them enough to put up with as much hair brushing as her Mom wanted to do.
Em wasn't a fidgeter - either through her natural tendencies, or long practice, or both - so she sat quietly, leaning against the nice, comforting softness of her Mom and drowsed as the brush was pulled through her hair.
"Love you too" Em replied because she knew that was the correct response of a good girl, and also because it was true and there was no one around to see her being soppy.
At the promise of a story Em perked up a little; stories were better than getting your hair brushed. "What story?" she asked "one with monsters in? And the army has to fight them? In planes? Neeeeow! Boom!" she put her arms out, miming a plane, as she made enthusiastic fighter pilot and explosion noises.