"What, honey?"
"Oransh!!"
"Orange? Do you want an orange?"
Affirmative Grunt.
"Bam! BAM! BAAMBAAM!"
(Sound of tiny little delicate famer's market tangerine slamming against the wooden table.)
"More! More!"
(Sound the boy makes when the mama is not peeling the delicate, smooshy famer's market orange fast enough.)
"Tink. Tink. Tink Tink."
(Sound the tangerine peels make as Austin throws them over his shoulder and onto the floor.)
"Ouch! Oh crap"
(Whispery curse David makes as he knocks over the folding chair leaning against the fridge. Apparently for the second time this night. Makes you wonder why he didn't put it away the first time, no?)
2 comments:
In my defence:
1. It was the 1st and only time of the night
2. Second time for the week
3. I didn't put it there (a certain spouse did -- both times)
4. I should alow a certain spouse some poetic license
5. I love you
"thhhhhpppt"
(The sound my tongue makes as I stick it out at you, the hubby.)
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