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Title: Difficult Questions
Author: Raya
Theme: Minor Characters (Optional: Questions)
Genre: General
Version: PGSM (pre-Arc) (Spoiler Level Pallas: i.e., NO SPOILERS)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~508
Disclaimer: The Tsukino family was created by Takeuchi Naoko. She still owns all rights to them, except for the few she has given to Bandai Entertainment. I have merely sketched a few quick little fanart dolls to play with.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
Difficult Questions
"Mama, what's that mean?"
Ikuko froze with her mouth open and the spatula raised high in the air over her head. The sound of eggs frying blended with the rock song playing on the radio as her mind raced for an answer that would not only satisfy her intelligent little boy but not spoil his innocence just yet. Slowly, she turned around, hoping against hope that there would only be one child sitting at the table. Her luck failed her, however, as she saw Usagi's curious eleven year old face.
Shingo had asked some real doozies over the years. Why did the sky only wear red in the evening when it was such a pretty color? How did the moon grow fatter every night? Did that mean he and Usagi were going to grow fatter because they were moons, too? Why could Mama color on her back, but he couldn't color on his arms?
And her son was never satisfied with fanciful explanations. If she ever tried to give him a creative reply, Shingo would look at her with those beautiful brown eyes for a long moment, then sigh dolefully and go in search of someone who would give him a reasonable one.
"What... What does what mean?" Ikuko finally managed to ask. She was proud of herself for not choking on the lump that had appeared in her suddenly dry throat.
"'Slipping in to you... like sliding on warm ice so deep...'" he sang in a passably good voice for a four year old. His serious face scrunched up in confusion once again. "Ice is cold, not warm," he said with a slightly irritable tone. "And water's deep, not ice."
"Oh that... A-hahaha..." Ikuko spun around and began to play with the eggs. Never again, she vowed. Never again would she play songs with suggestive lyrics when the kids were in the house. At least, not until they were old enough to understand them. "Um... It's just... nonsense lyrics," she said. Her eyes lit up with inspiration. "Like that counting song Usagi's teacher taught her." She nodded firmly. "It's just words that happened to sound good together."
She peeked over her shoulder, hoping that he would accept the answer. From the bright 'I understand' look on Usagi's face, her daughter had accepted it, but she had never been as difficult to convince as her brother. Shingo looked thoughtful, then sighed as he reached out to play with his fork. Ikuko relaxed a little in relief as she turned back to the stove. He believed her for now. She only hoped that would last a few more years.
"Breakfast is ready," she chirped as she lifted the pan off of the stove. "Mama's new recipe omelette!" Her children's groans covered the rest of her presentation. "What?" she teased them as she walked towards the table. "It will taste yummy, and give you lots of energy for playing today." They looked at the eggs doubtfully, but made no further protest as she doled them out onto their plates.
Forgive the horribleness of my "suggestive lyrics". I just couldn't come up with anything really good. :)
Author: Raya
Theme: Minor Characters (Optional: Questions)
Genre: General
Version: PGSM (pre-Arc) (Spoiler Level Pallas: i.e., NO SPOILERS)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~508
Disclaimer: The Tsukino family was created by Takeuchi Naoko. She still owns all rights to them, except for the few she has given to Bandai Entertainment. I have merely sketched a few quick little fanart dolls to play with.
Canon, spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrections are appreciated. So is constructive criticism and general comments. Please let me know if you see something that you like or that should be corrected. Thanks! - Raya
Difficult Questions
"Mama, what's that mean?"
Ikuko froze with her mouth open and the spatula raised high in the air over her head. The sound of eggs frying blended with the rock song playing on the radio as her mind raced for an answer that would not only satisfy her intelligent little boy but not spoil his innocence just yet. Slowly, she turned around, hoping against hope that there would only be one child sitting at the table. Her luck failed her, however, as she saw Usagi's curious eleven year old face.
Shingo had asked some real doozies over the years. Why did the sky only wear red in the evening when it was such a pretty color? How did the moon grow fatter every night? Did that mean he and Usagi were going to grow fatter because they were moons, too? Why could Mama color on her back, but he couldn't color on his arms?
And her son was never satisfied with fanciful explanations. If she ever tried to give him a creative reply, Shingo would look at her with those beautiful brown eyes for a long moment, then sigh dolefully and go in search of someone who would give him a reasonable one.
"What... What does what mean?" Ikuko finally managed to ask. She was proud of herself for not choking on the lump that had appeared in her suddenly dry throat.
"'Slipping in to you... like sliding on warm ice so deep...'" he sang in a passably good voice for a four year old. His serious face scrunched up in confusion once again. "Ice is cold, not warm," he said with a slightly irritable tone. "And water's deep, not ice."
"Oh that... A-hahaha..." Ikuko spun around and began to play with the eggs. Never again, she vowed. Never again would she play songs with suggestive lyrics when the kids were in the house. At least, not until they were old enough to understand them. "Um... It's just... nonsense lyrics," she said. Her eyes lit up with inspiration. "Like that counting song Usagi's teacher taught her." She nodded firmly. "It's just words that happened to sound good together."
She peeked over her shoulder, hoping that he would accept the answer. From the bright 'I understand' look on Usagi's face, her daughter had accepted it, but she had never been as difficult to convince as her brother. Shingo looked thoughtful, then sighed as he reached out to play with his fork. Ikuko relaxed a little in relief as she turned back to the stove. He believed her for now. She only hoped that would last a few more years.
"Breakfast is ready," she chirped as she lifted the pan off of the stove. "Mama's new recipe omelette!" Her children's groans covered the rest of her presentation. "What?" she teased them as she walked towards the table. "It will taste yummy, and give you lots of energy for playing today." They looked at the eggs doubtfully, but made no further protest as she doled them out onto their plates.
Forgive the horribleness of my "suggestive lyrics". I just couldn't come up with anything really good. :)