Winning a Fight - Wild Boar Style
The TV is on, but the living room is wrapped in a heavy blanket of silence. Creeping stealthily towards her, I can see the colors flicker and dance across her puffed-up cheeks. My tired calves embrace the cool leather as my body threatens to disappear in the softness of the couch. Extending my toes, I give Lil D a friendly poke in the back and she jumps up like I'm a ghost. When she turns around, her cheeks are puffed-up like Sunday morning clouds.
"You're back."
"I'm glad someone noticed. Why's the sound off? Are you trying to save electricity?"
"No, I'm just mad."
Anchoring her arms around my legs, she climbs up and spreads herself over my lap, her hair and legs spilling over onto the couch. Arms crossed, she looks up at me and begins her tale.
"I got into a fight today."
"...did you win?"
"Of course I did!"
"That's good, now tell me what happened."
"Jeff threw my crayons on the floor."
"That's not very nice of him."
"Yeah, I lent him my blues because he forgot to bring his."
I lift up her bangs and draw a circle on her forehead but she hardly notices because she's still boiling.
"So Jeff punched me and I kicked him. He said he was going to tell his daddy that I hit him, so I said if you do that then I'll tell my daddy to come and sit on you. My daddy is super fat, you'll be as flat as a pancake!"
She's smiling so proudly at this point that I forget to laugh. And I do like pancakes.
"... and then he says his daddy is fatter than mine!! You're fatter, right?"
"You're back."
"I'm glad someone noticed. Why's the sound off? Are you trying to save electricity?"
"No, I'm just mad."
Anchoring her arms around my legs, she climbs up and spreads herself over my lap, her hair and legs spilling over onto the couch. Arms crossed, she looks up at me and begins her tale.
"I got into a fight today."
"...did you win?"
"Of course I did!"
"That's good, now tell me what happened."
"Jeff threw my crayons on the floor."
"That's not very nice of him."
"Yeah, I lent him my blues because he forgot to bring his."
I lift up her bangs and draw a circle on her forehead but she hardly notices because she's still boiling.
"So Jeff punched me and I kicked him. He said he was going to tell his daddy that I hit him, so I said if you do that then I'll tell my daddy to come and sit on you. My daddy is super fat, you'll be as flat as a pancake!"
She's smiling so proudly at this point that I forget to laugh. And I do like pancakes.
"... and then he says his daddy is fatter than mine!! You're fatter, right?"