John lay sprawled out on the floor drawing brightly colored pictures of things that only he could know what they were of. His uncle George sat in his armchair with a crossword rested on his lap, but he wasn't working on it at all, he was just sitting there with his eyes closed listening to the wireless. Mimi was in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from dinner. John hadn't asked if he could help because he didn't want to, he knew that if he asked she would most likely say yes. So he just didn't ask.
"Alright John, time for your bath," Mimi said as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands dry with a dish towel. John grimaced before standing up and running to his Uncle George, who jumped startledly that his nephew had leaped onto his lap.
"Uncle George I drew a picture of you!" John yelled as he held out a picture of a stick man with no hair sleeping in a chair with floating music notes around his head. Around the outside were little doodles of people, animals, and random shapes.
George pulled out his glasses and took the picture, holding it out in front of his face. He chuckled at the caricature that John had drawn, even for a five-year-old's drawing it held a small bit of resemblance to the real thing.
"Thank you Johnny, I'll treasure it forever," George said as he put the picture to his heart.
"You wanna keep it?"
"Of course!" George said smiling at the small boy.
"The only way you can keep it is if you tell Mimi I don't have to take a bath," John said as he reached for the picture that George was holding over high his head.
"Oh but I can already smell ye' boy! And let me just say, ye' smell like and old rag. Besides its a picture of me, what would you do with it," George said laughing at John's face. John just glared at him before jumping off his lap and running over to Mimi, grabbing her hand.
"Come on Mimi, lets go," he said leading the way.
John sat on his Uncle George's lap as he read the little boy the story Alice's Adventures in Wonderland from a large book. He sat transfixed as George read the story charismatically using multiple voices. He was no longer angry with his uncle for saying that he smelled like a dirty rag, that statement had somehow been long forgotten.
"'Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I don't think-'" George said in a high voice pretending to Alice. John always got a large smile on his face whenever he did that. The thought of his Uncle talking like a girl always seemed to amuse him.
"'Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter," this time he said it like his tongue was too big for his mouth. The Mad Hatter voice was John's second favorite because it was just so funny.
Just then there was a loud knocking on the door. George was about to get up but Mimi was already out of her chair in the corner and rushing to the door, to which he shrugged and continued to read to John who had taken no notice to the banging on the front door.
"What are you doing here?" said Mimi's muffled voice from around the corner. "You're not welcome around my house." George seemed unsettled by his wife's harsh words since he stood up, telling John to say put, and went to see who she was talking to.
John sat alone in the big chair flipping through the pages to look at the pictures, making sure to keep the page that Uncle George was on. He heard George and Mimi talking loudly to whoever was at the door. All he could tell was that they didn't want whoever to come inside the house. But John couldn't really blame them, it was late, almost Eight at night and John's bedtime. He just hoped that Uncle George would finish the chapter even if it was just a little bit past John's bedtime, there was only a couple paragraphs left.
Beginning to feel impatient John pushed himself out of the chair and tiptoed to around the corner. John almost fell to the floor when he saw who was at the door. He could barely control himself, and, in the midst of their bickering, he lost it and ran full blast at the man.
"Daddy!" He yelled as he jumped into the man's already open arms.
"Hey Johnny! I missed you son" Said Alfred as he hugged his son close.
A/N: Hey This is my first story, just thought that it would be a good idea I don't know hahah
What do you think?