wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

wrapped-in-shadows:

wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

Somehow she couldn’t help glaring at the little blue thing in his father’s arms, jealousy in her mind and heart. “No!” she cried, trying to give her father the leash. “I push icky baby.”

But Jack didn’t take the leash, keeping both his arms around his son. “I’ve told you, his name is Ulric. And I’m afraid he’s too little for you to push him. When he’s grown a bit bigger and stronger, then you can play with him.” He knew his daughter was jealous, but unfortunately, having been an only child himself, he wasn’t good at dealing with it.

“Icky baby icky baby!” she chanted and stomped her feet, hating to see someone else in her father’s arms. Especially someone blue like she wanted to be. “I dun wanna peat wig him! Leave in da park, Dadda!” She gave him her bigger pout.

Jack looked down at her, giving his best “disapproving daddy” frown (which, it must be said, wasn’t very good – he loved his daughter too much to be very firm with her). “I’m not going to leave him in the park. And if you don’t calm down, Gail, we’re going to go straight home.”