"Donkey"- deux
Okay, it's 189 words, but I already managed one with 100.
And this needed to be written. Really.
The entire family lounged around the living room, children exploring new toys, grownups sipping coffee and alternately reaching to collect the colorful litter of wrapping paper.
It’s getting to be a large family, Kirsten reflected happily, gazing fondly at her youngest grandchild, four-year-old Jamie. He remained fascinated with the nativity scene. Reaching for a figurine, he asked no one in particular, “Why’s Unca Seff’s nick-a-name ‘Donkey’?”
Puzzled, Sandy inquired, “Is it, now?”
“Yes,” the blond head nodded solemnly. “Daddy says.”
Ryan’s face began to redden.
“But he said ‘nuther word I don’ know an’ Mommy said it meant ‘Donkey’. Like dis donkey from the 'tivity, or from Shrek. But I should say ‘Donkey’, not th’uther word. An’ that Daddy should say ‘Donkey’ too, case of li’l pitchers. What’s dat? I don’ know ‘li’l pitchers’, ei’ver....An' I'm 'James' nick-a-named 'Jamie' so Unca Seff sh' be 'Unca Seffy', den. Right? Why is dat? An'....”
As their son continued to ramble, to nearly everyone's amusement, especially 'Unca Seff's', Lindsay leaned close and whispered, "Sorry, I think he got the tendency to babble from my side. But you're on your own about 'nick-a-names'.
AN: Of course, if Ryan and Lindsay ever did pair off, deciding whose 'side' is which would always be ripe with opportunity for confusion....
As to whether Kirsten was doting upon her grandson or her nephew, I just hope they'd choose to empahsize whatever was least perplexing to the little ones.
And this needed to be written. Really.
The entire family lounged around the living room, children exploring new toys, grownups sipping coffee and alternately reaching to collect the colorful litter of wrapping paper.
It’s getting to be a large family, Kirsten reflected happily, gazing fondly at her youngest grandchild, four-year-old Jamie. He remained fascinated with the nativity scene. Reaching for a figurine, he asked no one in particular, “Why’s Unca Seff’s nick-a-name ‘Donkey’?”
Puzzled, Sandy inquired, “Is it, now?”
“Yes,” the blond head nodded solemnly. “Daddy says.”
Ryan’s face began to redden.
“But he said ‘nuther word I don’ know an’ Mommy said it meant ‘Donkey’. Like dis donkey from the 'tivity, or from Shrek. But I should say ‘Donkey’, not th’uther word. An’ that Daddy should say ‘Donkey’ too, case of li’l pitchers. What’s dat? I don’ know ‘li’l pitchers’, ei’ver....An' I'm 'James' nick-a-named 'Jamie' so Unca Seff sh' be 'Unca Seffy', den. Right? Why is dat? An'....”
As their son continued to ramble, to nearly everyone's amusement, especially 'Unca Seff's', Lindsay leaned close and whispered, "Sorry, I think he got the tendency to babble from my side. But you're on your own about 'nick-a-names'.
AN: Of course, if Ryan and Lindsay ever did pair off, deciding whose 'side' is which would always be ripe with opportunity for confusion....
As to whether Kirsten was doting upon her grandson or her nephew, I just hope they'd choose to empahsize whatever was least perplexing to the little ones.