call_me_chas (call_me_chas) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-19 15:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, deacon, nia |
Apt 14249, morning, Deacon, Charlie & Nia
Mornings after the nights before could be bad enough. But ones where a bright and vivacious toddler had decided that she really wanted to play 'horsies' were utterly hideous.
Charlie shushed Nia. "Daddy D's asleep," he told her. "So sssshhhhhhh and let's find another game to play."
"No," Nia said, bouncing, "horsies. Daddy be horsie and Nia go giddap." She clucked her tongue and patted his head then began to sing "Horsie, horsie don't you stop" at the top of her voice.
Charlie moaned and went to make breakfast. His only comfort, and that was bad karma, was that there were plenty who would be feeling worse.