Isabela snatches the pajamas out of my hand and tosses them onto the floor. “No, not them,” she scolds and jumps off the bed. I’m startled by her outburst, unable to do anything except stand there, wide-eyed, while she grabs another set out of her chest of drawers and hands them over with a sweet smile. Like she didn’t turn into a wet gremlin a few seconds ago. “These, Daddy. Pink unicorns.”
