Post by greenie on Dec 17, 2009 22:25:44 GMT 10
Title: Snow
Rating: G
Prompt: Snowflakes
Summary: Little wants her mama to come and play in the snow with her.
“Mama, Mama, it’s snowing!”
Clary looked up from the soup she was making. “It’s early this year. It’s as well I got the vegetables in.”
“But come and look at it.”
Clary shook her head in amusement at her daughter’s excitement. “I’ve seen snow before.”
Little made her eyes go wide. “But this is the best snow ever! You’ll be sad if you miss it.”
“We’ll all be sad if our lunch spoils,” retorted Clary.
“Well, I’m going out there,” announced Little. “So you’d best come to the porch and make sure I’m all snugly bundled up.”
Clary sighed, knowing that she couldn’t cook and stop her from going out into the cold at the same time. It was best to make sure she was properly dressed so she wouldn’t get sick. “Don’t go yet, I’ll just be a moment,” she ordered, and hurried to make sure that everything would be fine for a few minutes.
It was almost a struggle to get Little properly wrapped up; the little girl was so eager to get outside that she couldn’t keep still.
Finally, Clary opened the door to let her out, but Little clung to her leg. “Please come out with me for a little while, Mama? I’ll get all lonely by myself out there.” She pouted. “Da and Uncle Matty and Beka all would.”
Clary gave in. “Just for a very little while,” she told her, and they walked out the door together.
“Look at all the snow!” exclaimed Little, and she jumped up and down in a patch of it. Next she stuck her arms out, watching as snowflakes fell from the sky to land on her blue coat. “Look, Mama! I can see all the shapes of every little snowflake!” She waved one of her arms in front of Clary’s face. “See? You try it too!”
Clary lifted one arm just a little bit, and then inspected it closely to look at the snowflakes. Little was right; each one could be looked at separately, all tiny and perfect in their snowflake shape.
“Da showed me how to catch snowflakes on my tongue,” Little said. She threw her head back, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and waited. After several moments she squealed and then giggled. “It’s cold,” she explained. “But it’s fun. You try it too!”
Clary shook her head. “You do it again and I’ll watch you.”
Little put her hands on her hips and looked at her mother. “Just because you’re old doesn’t mean you have to be boring, you know, “ she told her seriously.
“I am not boring!”
“Well, you never do anything fun.”
Clary could think of plenty of fun things she did…but they were all things that four year olds shouldn’t know about. Sighing, she checked around to make sure that nobody was watching, and then stuck her tongue out. Delighted, Little joined in straight away. The cold touch of the snowflake on her tongue was a shock, and Clary laughed. Little giggled too, and then hugged Clary around the legs. “See Mama? It’s fun!”
“Look at that, my two favourite gixies waitin’ out to greet me when I come home for lunch.”
Clary had turned to smile at her husband, but swore instead when he mentioned lunch. She rushed inside as Tom stared, confused.
“I think our lunch might be burning or something,” said Little wisely. “But that’s alright, because me and Mama had lots of fun.”
Rating: G
Prompt: Snowflakes
Summary: Little wants her mama to come and play in the snow with her.
“Mama, Mama, it’s snowing!”
Clary looked up from the soup she was making. “It’s early this year. It’s as well I got the vegetables in.”
“But come and look at it.”
Clary shook her head in amusement at her daughter’s excitement. “I’ve seen snow before.”
Little made her eyes go wide. “But this is the best snow ever! You’ll be sad if you miss it.”
“We’ll all be sad if our lunch spoils,” retorted Clary.
“Well, I’m going out there,” announced Little. “So you’d best come to the porch and make sure I’m all snugly bundled up.”
Clary sighed, knowing that she couldn’t cook and stop her from going out into the cold at the same time. It was best to make sure she was properly dressed so she wouldn’t get sick. “Don’t go yet, I’ll just be a moment,” she ordered, and hurried to make sure that everything would be fine for a few minutes.
It was almost a struggle to get Little properly wrapped up; the little girl was so eager to get outside that she couldn’t keep still.
Finally, Clary opened the door to let her out, but Little clung to her leg. “Please come out with me for a little while, Mama? I’ll get all lonely by myself out there.” She pouted. “Da and Uncle Matty and Beka all would.”
Clary gave in. “Just for a very little while,” she told her, and they walked out the door together.
“Look at all the snow!” exclaimed Little, and she jumped up and down in a patch of it. Next she stuck her arms out, watching as snowflakes fell from the sky to land on her blue coat. “Look, Mama! I can see all the shapes of every little snowflake!” She waved one of her arms in front of Clary’s face. “See? You try it too!”
Clary lifted one arm just a little bit, and then inspected it closely to look at the snowflakes. Little was right; each one could be looked at separately, all tiny and perfect in their snowflake shape.
“Da showed me how to catch snowflakes on my tongue,” Little said. She threw her head back, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and waited. After several moments she squealed and then giggled. “It’s cold,” she explained. “But it’s fun. You try it too!”
Clary shook her head. “You do it again and I’ll watch you.”
Little put her hands on her hips and looked at her mother. “Just because you’re old doesn’t mean you have to be boring, you know, “ she told her seriously.
“I am not boring!”
“Well, you never do anything fun.”
Clary could think of plenty of fun things she did…but they were all things that four year olds shouldn’t know about. Sighing, she checked around to make sure that nobody was watching, and then stuck her tongue out. Delighted, Little joined in straight away. The cold touch of the snowflake on her tongue was a shock, and Clary laughed. Little giggled too, and then hugged Clary around the legs. “See Mama? It’s fun!”
“Look at that, my two favourite gixies waitin’ out to greet me when I come home for lunch.”
Clary had turned to smile at her husband, but swore instead when he mentioned lunch. She rushed inside as Tom stared, confused.
“I think our lunch might be burning or something,” said Little wisely. “But that’s alright, because me and Mama had lots of fun.”