Hurst Street
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Ice Cream
So Iain disappears into his bedroom and reappears without his shirt. He eats dinner shirtless.
After the meal, the usual entreaty: "Can I have some ice cream?"
"Yes, but wait until Miss Olivia [who will be babysitting] arrives. You can have some with her."
"Oh. No. No."
"Why not?"
"Ice cream is
private
."
Oh.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment