Author: Amberfly

Challenge: 4 words and bonus 1.

Category: General.

Warnings: None.

Feedback: Yes please.

This is taken from the ./group/stargatedrabbles/ challenge.

Monster Truck
Gnarly
Fish
Smile
Bonus Word: Traffic

Long legs striding across the yard, face a mask of concern, Jack scanned the perimeter of his yard. His eyes darted past the fish pond where Danny's pet turtle kept eating all his koi, past the ancient apple tree with its gnarly roots, all the way to the new fort. He had a suspicion that's where his runaway little archeologist would be.

"Daniel Jackson? You better answer me!"

"Okay!"

With a sigh and a smile, Jack rolled his eyes, and his stance relaxed. Daniel the vague, who was supposed to be napping, had been located.

Looking up the ladder and waving back at the smiling little boy poking his head through the door way, Jack sighed. Whether he wanted to or not, he felt he needed to make a parental point. Daniel as usual, wasn't where he was supposed to be.

"Danny? Watch'cha doing? Did I say you could play outside? "

"Nope! You said I had to nap!"

"So?"

Daniel shrugged, and knuckling his eye with the palm of his hand, the fair haired boy with the over long bangs, explained why this particular order had been tricky to obey. "Cuz, Uncle Jack, I'm playing with my new monster truck, Teal'c brunged me." Waving the reason for going AWOL in the air, narrowly missing his head, the little boy blinked and added seriously, "see?"

Jack arched an eyebrow. This little piece of insubordination was court martial material. "Daniel, the word is brought you."

Daniel nodded. "Yep, wot I saided."

"Never mind." Jack figured the genius linguistic abilities kicked in at five years old. He hoped.

Daniel wasn't finished. Jack smiled as he made a point of studying his monster truck carefully. Jack knew a zinger of a question was coming, he just didn't know what.

"Uncle Jack? When you drive in traffic you get mad don'cha? Should I get mad and yell loud like you?" Looking up, his eyes shrewdly appraising, Daniel twisted his head to the side, like a little bird. "Will I getted into twouble?"

Half shutting his eyes and groaning, the colonel in O'Neill knew diversion 101 was needed and fast.

"So? Ice-cream?"