How Green Becomes Wood

"Daizi snacks," Dark said, looking down lovingly at his wife, "and she makes up little songs when she's stressed, or will sing specific lines of the same few songs."

"It's true, I do both of those things," Daizi admitted, liking the tone her husband developed when he mentioned her little habits.

"And you pace," Dark added, "I did not know that until you started working from home. Now I know when you are in the middle of something difficult when I keep finding you in different rooms."
 
Sally watched the pair in amusement, wondering if there was anything one of them did that actually annoyed the other person and what it would take to get them to admit to that. They were disgustingly sweet.

"I have a sister who wanders while talking on the phone," Jack remarked. "She would walk everywhere inside the house while chatting, and sometimes out. I once caught her standing, balancing on the back of the couch like some kind of cat woman, and when talking to her, I've heard everything from kitchen sounds to traffic noises in the same conversation. I swear she'd scale a mountain without thinking about it if she had a phone in hand."
 
"I think the only thing which stops me from wandering out into the world in those moments is the small issue of not being able to see where I'm going," Daizi chuckled.

"I do find you in the garden, though," Dark pointed out.

"The garden is safe to wander in, it's all fenced."
 
"She better not," Dark said, imagining Ivy fully running out of the house.

"Lex gave us trackers we can put on her clothes," Daizi mused, "I suppose we'd be able to find her if she did get far. But we have been choosing a leash for her, if nothing else but for when I take her somewhere by myself."
 
"Trackers?" Sally giggled. "Like those... air tag things? Now, that is humorous! But also brilliant."

"A leash is a good idea, too, and probably cuter than trackers," Jack mused.
 
"We did put one on Enkidu's collar, but we've never really had issues with him trying to run," Daizi said.

"I only hope she is accepting of the leash. I read online someone tried the leash, but their daughter hated it so much she just kept throwing herself face-first down onto the pavement and screaming until it was removed," Dark commented, "They had to give up because their daughter kept bruising and cutting her face."
 
Sally winced. "Oh dear. That sounds awful."

"I'm sure you'll do really well," Jack assured him. "You introduce things so positively, it's hard for her to dislike them. Just make the leash equal going outside for fun times, and not a restriction on her movement. You're good at that."
 
"I figure we may end up testing a few," Daizi said, "You wouldn't believe how many styles there are. There are some which attach from my wrist to hers, some which have a little backpack, some are simple harnesses..."
 
"The harness sounds like a good idea," Sally mused, "and the backpacks are very cute. The wrist-to-wrist one, I'd be worried about impeding her too much or making it too easy for her to remove, but, as you said, you'll need to try out a few different styles to see what will work best." She leaned in and whispered, "Don't go with the monkey, but the backpacks are positively the cutest!"
 
"I think the wrist ones lock on, but my concern is she will hate it because it will limit how she can use her hands." Dark said.

"And limit how I can use my hands," Daizi pointed out, "If it's just us in public, I am already using one hand with my cane." Then she turned to Sally and whispered back, "Why not the monkey?"
 
Jack nodded. "This is true, that would be pretty limiting on her hands, too."

"Severely overdone, there are a million monkey-themed things for children, and, for some reason, it looks extra tacky," Sally confided in Daizi.
 
Daizi nodded, laughing softly, "I'll keep that in mind. Dark is hoping for a bat or a moth, but we both have decided once we pick the style we think will work best practically, we're going to show Ivy the options and let her decide which one she likes the best. Maybe we won't show her the monkey, though."
 
"Indeed. And I am sure she will not try to hurt her own face in an attempt to avoid wearing it," Sally assured her. "She is such a sweet child that I cannot imagine her doing that even at the height of frustration."
 
"She is very sweet," Daizi smiled, "I think, if it were possible for us to have more children, Ivy would trick us into having a second baby, and then I imagine that baby would be a terror."
 
"Oh dear, poor man," Sally giggled. "I am sure there is some relief for you, as well. Pregnancy dreams are so disconcerting and so disorienting, though!"

Jack frowned at her. "I don't think you've had a pregnant dream. Have you?"

"None that I've told you about," she replied.
 
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