Beaming at Gabriel in pride at his support of my excellent plan, our map-plotting was interrupted by a Grown Up. A very tall Grown Up whose square jaw reminded me of my favorite muppet on a morning TV show and therefore integrated him instantly into my good graces.
And this was obviously Nathan, because Peter was throwing himself at him. I, however, had been asked a question and therefore must come up with a response.
The question, though, was not a pleasant one. For a second I considered it, my lower lip starting to stick further and further out. I didn't know where my parents were! They hadn't come and found me yet and they always found me. Once daddy had even crawled into my Secret Fort under the porch to drag me out to dinner. That had been funny; he'd bumped his head on the ceiling and said a lot of words that made mommy shout his name.
Anyway, the lack of both mommy and daddy - along with only a vague idea that I knew where I was, though everything looked very different, somehow, than I was expecting - was too much for my four-year-old self. Especially crashing down off a sugar high. Fat tears pouring from my eyes and dripping down my cheeks, I rushed at the Grown Up's legs (because everyone knew that Grown Ups made everything better). Wrapping my arms around one, I started sobbing into his pajama pants. "I don't know," I wailed helplessly, huge green eyes raising to him. Surely he could fix it!
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Date: 2007-09-10 12:18 pm (UTC)And this was obviously Nathan, because Peter was throwing himself at him. I, however, had been asked a question and therefore must come up with a response.
The question, though, was not a pleasant one. For a second I considered it, my lower lip starting to stick further and further out. I didn't know where my parents were! They hadn't come and found me yet and they always found me. Once daddy had even crawled into my Secret Fort under the porch to drag me out to dinner. That had been funny; he'd bumped his head on the ceiling and said a lot of words that made mommy shout his name.
Anyway, the lack of both mommy and daddy - along with only a vague idea that I knew where I was, though everything looked very different, somehow, than I was expecting - was too much for my four-year-old self. Especially crashing down off a sugar high. Fat tears pouring from my eyes and dripping down my cheeks, I rushed at the Grown Up's legs (because everyone knew that Grown Ups made everything better). Wrapping my arms around one, I started sobbing into his pajama pants. "I don't know," I wailed helplessly, huge green eyes raising to him. Surely he could fix it!