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"Okay, Mummy's at the hospital, nothing to worry about, just a couple of stitches."
"Why?" Fry asks, suspiciously. It's not on of Mummy to ruin his routine.
"Because the vacuum cleaner exploded." Guppy says.
"Why?"
"Because somebody fed it a whole bunch of things it wasn't supposed to eat, and when Mummy bent down to have a look at the funny noise it was making, it went bang and cut the top of her arm."
"Oh." Fry says. Note to self: next time, no batteries.
"So, it's bath and bed time for Coral. Fry, what do you want to do?"
"Homework." Fry says, hopefully.
"You already did your homework."
"I want to do more."
"...okay, we'll work on that in a minute. How about you watch Animal Planet?"
The toddler accepts this. Guppy scoops up Coral and climbs over the baby gate. At this point the doorbell rings, so he goes to answer it. It's Frogspawn's mother.
"Oh, hi Carol. This isn't the best time."
"It never is." Mrs Osbourne says. "We need to talk about Coral. Fran tells me you've got her still bunged in some special needs class even though Alex is now at regular school. And now I hear she doesn't speak a word yet! I watched you mess up with one of my grandchildren, I can't stand by and..."
"Hello Granny." Coral says, on cue. Guppy, having not heard her utter more than 'Mummy', 'Daddy' and 'Fry' until now, grins and kisses her on the forehead.
"See, she's just progressed from three months behind to nine months ahead, goodnight." Guppy says, shutting the door.
"Was that Granny?" Fry asks.
"Yep, but it's all good." Guppy says. "She was worried because Coral doesn't talk much."
"Coral talks. She just doesn't talk baby." Fry says, pressing the button to turn up the volume to precisely 20.
"I think you might be right there." Guppy says, taking the little girl upstairs.
Coral snuggles her head on his shoulder, and he holds his daughter close. They get half way through bathtime before the phone rings and he has to scoop the wet naked baby out into a towel.
After the phone conversation, he goes downstairs.
"Fry, that was Mrs Hewitt on the phone. She says you keep throwing things out the window. Why are you doing that?"
"Mrs Hewitt told me to get things out."
"Ah. Okay, she probably means out of the box, not out of the room." Guppy says. "Tomorrow, we'll ask, okay?"
He glances down in time to see Coral wee down his front, and hopes Fran will be back soon.
"Why?" Fry asks, suspiciously. It's not on of Mummy to ruin his routine.
"Because the vacuum cleaner exploded." Guppy says.
"Why?"
"Because somebody fed it a whole bunch of things it wasn't supposed to eat, and when Mummy bent down to have a look at the funny noise it was making, it went bang and cut the top of her arm."
"Oh." Fry says. Note to self: next time, no batteries.
"So, it's bath and bed time for Coral. Fry, what do you want to do?"
"Homework." Fry says, hopefully.
"You already did your homework."
"I want to do more."
"...okay, we'll work on that in a minute. How about you watch Animal Planet?"
The toddler accepts this. Guppy scoops up Coral and climbs over the baby gate. At this point the doorbell rings, so he goes to answer it. It's Frogspawn's mother.
"Oh, hi Carol. This isn't the best time."
"It never is." Mrs Osbourne says. "We need to talk about Coral. Fran tells me you've got her still bunged in some special needs class even though Alex is now at regular school. And now I hear she doesn't speak a word yet! I watched you mess up with one of my grandchildren, I can't stand by and..."
"Hello Granny." Coral says, on cue. Guppy, having not heard her utter more than 'Mummy', 'Daddy' and 'Fry' until now, grins and kisses her on the forehead.
"See, she's just progressed from three months behind to nine months ahead, goodnight." Guppy says, shutting the door.
"Was that Granny?" Fry asks.
"Yep, but it's all good." Guppy says. "She was worried because Coral doesn't talk much."
"Coral talks. She just doesn't talk baby." Fry says, pressing the button to turn up the volume to precisely 20.
"I think you might be right there." Guppy says, taking the little girl upstairs.
Coral snuggles her head on his shoulder, and he holds his daughter close. They get half way through bathtime before the phone rings and he has to scoop the wet naked baby out into a towel.
After the phone conversation, he goes downstairs.
"Fry, that was Mrs Hewitt on the phone. She says you keep throwing things out the window. Why are you doing that?"
"Mrs Hewitt told me to get things out."
"Ah. Okay, she probably means out of the box, not out of the room." Guppy says. "Tomorrow, we'll ask, okay?"
He glances down in time to see Coral wee down his front, and hopes Fran will be back soon.