Ptelea holds the laptop in her lap, smiling at her brother. "See! It's gone!" She points to where her tooth had been, seeming very proud at losing a tooth.
Ambrose gives her a sad smile. "That's great sweetie, how are you holding up?"
"This man is nice! He carried me to the car and I get to ride up front!" Ptelea beams happily, swinging her legs.
"Okay, but you're buckled in right?" Ambrose says, classically being a big brother.
"Oh..." Ptelea quickly buckles up. "Of course I am!" She giggles.
Ambrose chuckles, rolling his eyes lightly. "Goofball." He teases.
"Oh! I saw Dem the other day! He's doing good!" Ptelea smiles at him happily.
Ambrose glances around to make sure the guard wasn't listening. "Sweetie, let's not talk about Dem right now, okay?"
"But he's doing so much better! His arm looks good!" Ptelea frowns, a bit confused.
Ambrose groans. "Yeah, okay. I'm glad to hear that. Look, I love you and I'll see you when you get here okay? How about you take a nap?" He didn;t want her to say too much.
"Okay rosey. I love you."
"I love you too See you when yo uget here."