Clicker!
MissLinuxthePenguin
A/N: k, so i was studying.. and i overheard my five-year old brother (eek. i'm old. but i still have a five year old brother, is that NOT scary? that's what i thought) telling my mom a story about a family, as my mom was trying to cut his hair... and so i put down my textbooks and turned to my laptop and started typing away. I tried to catch the conversation as best as i could, but some things got lost in translation... I thought it'd make a lovely one shot personally.
Summary: A conversation between Hermione Granger-Weasley and her five year old son, as she struggles to brush his Weasley-Red-Hair. HGRW. sorta. fluff oneshot. more of a drabble. so there. just convos. ONE SHOT FLUFF!
"And.. the boy... the dad... he's called husband.."
"Yes dear...Now sit still so I can finish brushing your hair."
"And the girl... the mom.. she's called love."
"Er.. not exactly, but close. Wife."
"Wofe?"
"No.. Wife.. WIIIFEE."
"WIIIFE?"
"Yes, WIFFE"
"Oh. wife?"
"Aha"
"Okay. Well anyway ...MOM! Be clicker. My head hurts."
"clicker?"
"yes. you know, faster?"
"you mean quicker?"
"that's what i said."
"no you said click . as in snap."
"oh."
"its QUICK."
"click?"
"QUICCCK"
"quick?"
"yes. dear, quick."
"Luv?"
"Yes Ron."
"Have you seen where I put my sho-"
"DEAR BE CAREFUL."
"I found them."
"Mommy, has daddy always been so silly?"
"Yes, dear. Yes."
"I HEARD THAT."
A/N: SIGH fluff. its good for the soul. REVIEW? maybe? i dunno? tell me about those lil five year olds in your life?