Monday, April 20, 2009

Tears for Fears


“Da? Da?”

It was a surprise Lucy didn’t fall down the stairs and break her neck, the speed she ran down them. She burst into the kitchen to find Harold half-risen from the table, his cereal spoon still in hand. “What’s the matter, love?”

Lucy was out of breath and teary-eyed. “I can’t find ‘Licia!”

Harold’s face clouded and he picked up the four year old and sat her on his knee. “Felicia had to go away very suddenly,” he said. “She made Daddy very cross.”

“So you sent her away?” A couple of tears escaped. “I won’t ever make you cross, Daddy.”

4 comments:

aims said...

Ah yes. The literal mind of youth. How could one blame her for saying that. And Harold should know better! Tsk tsk.

Leatherdykeuk said...

He should, but this is his first time parenting :)

stephanie said...

*chuckles* So often we fail to realise the import of what we say. This will teach Harold in a way nothing else could.

Leatherdykeuk said...

How very true!