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Just a quick drabble...enjoy!


Opening the front door and locking it behind her, Lindsay flips her keys into the glass bowl on the side table and rests her purse on the couch, when a strange noise catches her attention. She glances back to make sure the chain on the door is secure, and silently makes her way to the kitchen where Lucy shrieks with laughter. Lindsay peers around the door frame, the red tear stained face of her daughter in her highchair isn't what stills her. It's her husband mimicking a monkey's cry and scratching his head and underarm that causes Lindsay to close her eyes in amusement.

Stifling her mirth with her hand, not wanting to interrupt the show, Lindsay's brown eyes twinkle as she continues watching him entertain their daughter.

Until Danny spots her.

"Oh…You're home. Look, I can explain, she wasn't eating and I thought…," he stalls trying to come up with a reason why he was acting so silly. Twisting the wheels of his chair he turns to meet her face to face. "Screw it! Lucy loves it when I howl and screech. And I'll do anything to put a smile on her face, or make her laugh, especially when she won't eat her carrots."

Lindsay leaves the door frame to stop before him. She inhales deeply and purses her lips together and lets out a high pitched squeal flipping her arm up into the air making Lucy giggle and slap her hands onto the high chair tray. "And I thought elephants were her favorite."

Danny grabs his wife around the waist and settles her into his lap as he wheels them back to Lucy, taking turns feeding Lucy, and making their animal noises.


An old man next door looks up from his reading, at the strange sounds coming from their neighbors.

"The Messers are feeding Lucy again," Abner Friedman frowns, shaking the evening paper in disapproval at the sounds through the walls. "Knock it off; some people are trying to concentrate!"

"Calm down, Abner," Gloria, his wife, counsels him looking up from the intricate baby blanket for their grandson. "It wasn't so long ago, that it took us hours of playing How Much Is that Doggy In The Window over and over to calm Ilsa down. If I remember, you used to bark in tune with the song to make her laugh."

"Humph!" Abner grunts as gives the paper another shake, ducking down behind it as if it would protect him. "I don't remember that.

Gloria only smiles at heated denial from her husband and continues to crochet. "Okay, Abner, whatever you say...arf, arf"


I know it wasn't much, but this popped into my head on how silly we'd act to put a smile on a baby's face. :) Thank you for reading!