[The moment their hands touched: POUT GONE. SPIRITS MAGICALLY UPLIFTED.

Oh my god! MOMMA'S HAND! SO SOFT. Acacia squealed in delight. Now she could truly hold her momma's hand without her gnarly nails getting in the way and enjoy the sensation known as "HAND HOLDING." She even forgave Jock for all his silly nonsense and unwelcomed intrusion. In fact, she smiled happily at him and gave him an expectant look while extending her other arm out to the side.]

Well? Where's my hug, Jock? Come and give your big sister one!