Thursday, November 20, 2008

Head Count


Lucy examined the mysterious package. It was a foot across in all directions (Daddy had explained the difference between a Daddy foot and a Lucy Foot in terms of measurement, much to her Auntie Julie’s amusement*) and wrapped in brown paper and tied with string and sealing wax.

Brown paper was almost like birthday paper, wasn’t it? And it had arrived on her birthday, which meant it was probably for her, even though it said Daddy’s name in the address box. There was probably a gaily wrapped present inside.

Or a skull.

“Cool,” said Lucy.





*“Is that why call your lollipop ‘ten inches’?” she said.

6 comments:

aims said...

I can never say '6 inches' without smirking for some reason. And if it's said to a guy - they always seem to come up with 12.

Thank goodness us women aren't hung up on anything like that!

aims said...

I can never say '6 inches' without smirking for some reason. And if it's said to a guy - they always seem to come up with 12.

Thank goodness us women aren't hung up on anything like that!

aims said...

Oh! double drat - again!! What the hell?

Leatherdykeuk said...

That's why women can never park - men tell than that >---------< is twelve inches.

stephanie said...

I love "Daddy foot" and "Lucy foot." That just made me smile. I still adore this one.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you steph :)