C12 Mister sweet.
"Mommy, can I ask you for a favor?" she inquired as we walked along the beach.
"Of course, honey," I replied.
"Are you mad at Mister Sweet?" she asked.
"Mister Sweet? Who's that?" I questioned.
"The man who helped me find you yesterday," she clarified.
"No, honey, I'm not mad at him or you," I assured her.
"Can I say goodbye to him before we leave?" she requested
