Quil walked through the door. "Hey Claire, I'm home." He stood in the doorway, expecting a gentle hug from the girl he imprinted on. He didn't have to wait but two seconds for her shiny black hair to bounce into his view.

"QWILLLLLL!!!!" Claire screeched, and tackled / hugged him, her tiny arms squeezing harder than Quil had expected, or even knew she could do.

Quil was disappointed with the overexcited girl holding on to his legs for dear life for acting so immaturely, but you start to get used to that once you face the fact that the love of your life is a two year old.

"Hey Claire, wanna go take a walk on the beach?" Quil asked.

"YESSSS!!!" was the enthusiastic reply.

In five minutes they were there, walking hand and hand across the moist sand. Like a couple, Quil thought. Only his "girlfriend" kept stopping, taking a handful of pebbles and sand, saying, "Pwetty wocks, look!" and throwing her handful at Quil's face. Sometimes Quil really wished Claire would just grow up. Now.

"Claire, wanna go on a date?"

"What's that?" Claire asked.

Quil rephrased his question. "Claire, want to go to the movies with me?"

"Okay!" she answered.

Once they arrived at their destination, Quil led Claire to the short line in front of the ticket booth. "Okay, pick any movie you want," he told her.

"Okay."

When it was their turn, Claire turned him around. "No peeking! It's a surpwise!"

He heard Claire whispering to the teller, but couldn't make out the words because of the music coming from a speaker directly above him.

Claire stood in front of Quil. "I need ten dowwars for the tickets," she said.

Quil handed her the money, and soon they were in the theater lobby, making their way to the consession stand. "You can have anything you want," Quil told Claire, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

Twenty dollars later, Quil was carrying two bags of gummy bears, a box of sour worms, a large bag of M & M's, and other goodies that screamed, "Cavities!" down the wide hallway that branched off into the different theaters.

"Cwose your eyes!" Claire ordered Quil, and he quickly shut them, letting Claire guide him into the dimly lit theater. He stumbled up the stairs as she led him to the top row in the stadium seating.

"Okay, you can dem now!" Claire told him.

Just as he did, the lights dimmed to their lowest point without being off, and a message telling everyone to turn off their cell phones and pagers flashed on the big screen.

Quil opened a bag of candy for Claire and leaned all the way back in his seat, patiently waiting for the title of the movie. He hoped Claire had picked something good.

Titles and their logos for the various film companies responsible for the movie played across the screen, several of them Quil had heard of before. This is looking good, he thought.

Just as the drums of the last company's title faded away, Quil leaned forward, eager to see what he was going to be watching for the next hour and a half. Drums began playing, and Quil was about to burst with anticipation as, finally, that name of the movie was drawn out on the screen. The Adventures of Rainbow the Flying Unicorn. Quil almost fell out of his seat. The beating drums faded as a flute began playing a fantasy like tune, and a tiny voiced narator began, "Once upon a time. . ." Defeated, Quil grabbed a bag of Care Bear themed gummies and ripped it open. Times like this he really, really wished he had imprinted on a hot swimsuit model instead of a toddler.

Yeah, well this all pretty much popped into my head during French class the other day. Don't ask why, because I don't know myself.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to me! Yep, I'm turning. . . some number! :)

So like it? Hate it? Be honest. I really won't take offense, this really isn't some of my best work. But it was fun to write!

-Abbie