Friday, February 28, 2014

An Unadventure For Little Morgan

The two year old girl popped her head up around the corner of the living room. Her eyes locking on the stove in the far distance who's flames were licking the bottom of a pan. She licked her lips as she eyed her mother who was working on several commissioned pieces that needed to be sent out that week.

Young Morgan knew that if she got past her mother, getting to her father, sitting at the dinning room table on his laptop. If she got to her father, all she would have to do is give him those big blues eyes and a simple "pwease" and whatever was cooking for a midnight snack in that pan would be half hers!

Morgan was an expert at this, it was one of the things that motivated her to learn to walk. She was "daddy's fatty" even though she was in the 25th percentile for weight. She was "daddy's fatty" because she was always hungry, unlike her older sister who was even smaller despite being 4 years old and never hungry.

She carefully started to move out from the door way to the living room and that's when her mother spotted her
"Nuh uh! Bed!"
Instantly, the two year old Morgan burst into tears but relentlessly returned to bed.

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