“Medina, see who’s at the door, please?” June pointed her chin at the tablet that had just glowed with a motion sensor alert.
For once, her daughter’s hands were cleaner than her own, courtesy of an apparently urgent need for peanut butter cookies – “for Peanut, because baby dragons need cookies to grow big,” the solemn vow had stated, with pleading eyes – and a husband who had raced for the kitchen as soon as he heard the oven beep.
June had been relegated to measuring ingredients, and found herself well-dusted with flour. Which, apparently, clung to peanut butter with the tenacity of a welding instructor patiently explaining how to meld metal for the thousandth time that year.
Medina poked a finger at the tablet and scrunched her nose. She turned back to pressing a fork into cookie dough. “No. I don’t want a bear hug from the bear.”
“What?” The word came from both sides of the kitchen island.
June dried her hands and peered over Peter’s shoulder. “Hon.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded, his hair brushing her cheek. “I see it.”
“Hon, I think – I think we might have a werewolf problem in the neighborhood.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Peter repeated. “Well, that’s new.”
***
Thanks to Padre for the prompt! “No. I don’t want a bear hug from the bear.”
Mine went to nother Mike: “It’s only a small favor.”
Want to see what they came up with in return? Want more prompting, or even to play along? Head on over to More Odds Than Ends – new prompts coming tomorrow!
