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"I have a dragon."
"I have a dragon too."
"My dragon is bigger than yours."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"Stop it," shouted the father from the living-room.
"Mine can spit fire."
"Spit? Haha. Mom says that's rude."
"No, it's not, not in dragons."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it isn't!"
"Stop it now."
Two seconds of silence.
"Your dragon's pooping fire."
"No, it's not."
"Then... what's that?"
"It's... It's... He had chili, so there."
This time, silence lasted longer. One of the kids sulked while the other wondered if dragons really ate chili.
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