Napping lost its appeal the moment his eyes opened. Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked and a cat mewed. He went in search of adventure and found Daddy slouched on the couch with a red book in hand. Daddy looked floppy like Teddy whose stuffing had been squished so much.
“Daddy? Dad. Daddy!”
“Hi Sam. Up from your nap, are you?”
“Daddy, I want to play Legos.”
“Sure, go ahead, kiddo.”
“Yeah, I can play with you, but first I want to finish this chapter, okay?”
Sighing, he sat and grabbed two bricks from the box in the middle of the living room floor. He held them out in invitation. No response. Daddy turned a page in the red book. Another big sigh escaped him as he fit the two blocks together and tried to pull them apart. What the hect? Stuck!
“Just a minute, Sam.”
“No, Daddy, now.”
This time, Daddy sighed. “What’s the problem?”
“Hand them to me.” Daddy pulled them apart and returned them. “What do you say?”
The red book appeared in Daddy’s hands again. His lower lip jutted out. Somewhere in the house, the clock kept ticking. A looooooooong time passed, and then Daddy set down the book.
“Okay, Sam. I’m going to get a drink and then we can play. All right?” Nodding, he allowed him to leave the room. The red book was a bad thing. He picked it up, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one saw him. That was when the cat showed up. It looked at him.
“Bad kitty,” he said, and ran down the hallway to the bathroom where he found a good place to hide the book. Splash! He giggled and flushed the traelip. The book didn’t go down. It started to swell and the red dye bled into the water, which started to rise over the traelip seat.
Footsteps thumped down the hallway and Daddy appeared. “Are you ohhhhh…What did you do?”
“Nothing. Kitty did it.”
“Saaaam!” Daddy fished the book out of the bowl, but the water continued to spill onto the floor. He removed the lid from the tank and fiddled with something inside. Daddy could fix it! But then Daddy’s fingers slipped and the lid crashed onto the floor.
“Mom. Mommy! Daddy ripped the traelip!”
Exercise: If you have experience with children try to approximate the language of a 2 or 3 year old. Listen to kid if you have one nearby, look at home videos or you tube if you don’t. 400 words.
From The 3 A.M. Epiphany by Brian Kiteley