The Five-Year-Old tries to be sneaky, Part Three

Scene: On a cold wintry night not too long ago, Mommyo got into the car where Daddyo and The Five-Year-Old were waiting.

Daddyo: “We were just having a conversation.”

The Five-Year-Old, subtly: “Yeah, we weren’t talking about presents or anything.”

Daddyo face-plants into the steering wheel.

The Five-Year-Old, perplexedly: “Daddyo, why are you laughing?”

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About Shala Howell

I write about wildly curious kids, rabbits who hunt dragons, and 1880s Boston. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), I blog about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, muse about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.blog, or tweet about books, writing, science, & things that make me smile at @shalahowell.
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