Little Scott wants his
Christmas present. Jeff doesn't approve.
sure?" Jeff Tracy asked and stared at the offending item.
Scott, barely three years old, tugged on his hand with
you rather have the lion? Or the eagle?"
a different colour?"
a long-suffering gaze towards his wife. "He insists on
that...that monstrosity!" he exclaimed, feeling insulted in
both his fatherly and manly pride.
ruffled a gentle hand through her son's dark hair and smiled.
"But that's his wish, and we should accept it."
something wrong with that colour?" Lucille Tracy, who was
wearing a purple blouse herself, raised an eyebrow.
husbandly self-preservation instincts switched on just in
time, and he back-pedalled hastily. "No, of course not, it
looks wonderful on you, but well...it's not...not...not very
typical of a boy, is it?"
cool colour!" Scott (who hadn't learned about manly pride yet)
beautiful, my dear." Lucy replied, taking the item from the
shelf. "Just buy it, Jeff; it's for him, after all, not for
the thing down from the shelf with reluctance and frowned at
it. "It has green dots!" he almost-whined (because Jeff Tracy
didn't whine, no sir, he protested with all his manly pride).
"And so it
has." Lucille was unperturbed.
happy. "Green dots!"
sigh, Jeff turned around. He wouldn't have gotten this far in
life if he didn't know when it was time to make a tactical
retreat. And so they went to the cashier of the toystore
without a further complaint and he paid the (rather high)
price for the purple-green monstrosity. Scott was in heaven;
as soon they left the toy shop, he unwrapped the stuffed
animal from its package and held it up in the air with a
dragon looked even uglier in daylight, Jeff mused, and glared
at the glitter that was dusted over the pathetic looking
wings. A stuffed purple dragon with green dots.
name him Snort," Scott informed him. "And one day, he will
make me fly!"
mused, didn't sound too bad.
still thought that red would have been a nicer colour)