You’ll be gorgeous, in your own way, which is the best kind to be. *nods* Be a tomboy, they’re tough.
Okay.But Mummy’s pretty.Yes, strong. Blacks are strong.Higher,Avery?
Yes, they are, and very proud. *pushes her higher*
Yes, we are. BLACKS ARE PROOOOOOOOUUUUUUD!*screams as she swings higher*
A little, it’s even better if you tilt your head back and look at the sky.
*tilts head back at the top of the arch* Wow…*giggles as she swings down and up* I WANT YOUR NAAAAAAAME PRETTY LAAAAAADY.
I used to love doing that as a kid. *She smiled* My name’s Avery. What do you want to be when you grow up.
Avery…Okay. I dunno. Pretty like Mummy? But boys have more fun.
It’s what keeps you going. *she gives her a harder push, wincing and hoping she doesn’t fall off*
Ohhh…YAYYYYYYY!*kicks her legs* Is this like flying?
A little, it’s even better if you tilt your head back and look at the sky.
*tilts head back at the top of the arch* Wow…*giggles as she swings down and up* I WANT YOUR NAAAAAAAME PRETTY LAAAAAADY.
Okay…. *hesitantly lifts her onto the big swing and stands behind her* Just don’t fall.
*grips her hands on the chains of the swing* If I fall, I might get a scar. Mummy wouldn’t like that. Push me?
Don’t forget to kick your legs to keep your momentum going. *Gives her a small push to get her going* A scar would not be good, but lucky for you, I’m good with scars.
What’s momentum? Higher! WHOOOO!*screams in delight*
Oh yeah, you should prove it. *Leads her to the swings* Uhh. Which one, the little swing, or the adult swing?
I will.*runs to the big swing* UP.
Okay…. *hesitantly lifts her onto the big swing and stands behind her* Just don’t fall.
*grips her hands on the chains of the swing* If I fall, I might get a scar. Mummy wouldn’t like that. Push me?

When Bella was little, she used to make her dolls’ eyes move to frighten the servants in the morning…