DISCLAIMER: This is just filler till i get a new keyboard and can actually type a story as opposed to pecking at the keyboard with a screwdriver. Nothing you recognize belongs to me. I do not own Fox in Sox, I do not want to Hop on Pop. I will however settle for ....clocks? Ok, I'll leave that to HIM. Meantime I'll accept feedback.
"Pleeease??"
Babara sighed. It was going to be one of THOSE days. "No. I'm sorry, you'll just have to try harder."
"..." There was a blessed silence that followed for a few moments and then, "PLEEEEEEASE?!"
Barbara took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes wearily. "I didn't mean to try harder at begging..."
"Is it working?"
"NO."
There was a faint whimpering from behind her.
Barbara could barely keep from rolling her eyes. Honestly she had never seen someone complain so much about a simple book.
"I already told you before, I'm not going to read the book for you. You got yourself into this now get yourself out."
There was a quiet shuffling at the door and then, "Daddy your a'possed to be reading to me!" was the firm insistence from the pert, pixie (and somewhat cross) 5 year old in the doorway.
Dick sighed from the floor where he was kneeling next to Babs. "Next time YOU get to read 'Fox in Sox' six times fast." he whispered as he straightened up. Without waiting, he strode off to the hallway, lifting his little princess over his shoulder as he went, trying to salvage what little dignity he had left.
Barbara couldn't help the grin that spread across her face, and she turned back to the computer in front of her. Perhaps there was justice after all.