"DAYS?" Mitch scrambled off the bed and put one hand on his hip, the other still clutching Feigenbaum to him. "I want Mom NOW!"
Look, he was smart, okay, and kind of mature for his age, which happened when your parents had more degrees than anybody had a right to and books at hand that could, with a whispered request, explain harmonic convergences and demonic possession in language any three year old could understand, but he was still three.
"Now, now, now!" Which, coincidentally, was when the actual bawling started. The loud, hicuppy sobbing sort.
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Date: 2010-04-10 07:18 pm (UTC)Look, he was smart, okay, and kind of mature for his age, which happened when your parents had more degrees than anybody had a right to and books at hand that could, with a whispered request, explain harmonic convergences and demonic possession in language any three year old could understand, but he was still three.
"Now, now, now!" Which, coincidentally, was when the actual bawling started. The loud, hicuppy sobbing sort.