Thank you for the reviews! I am actually in the USA for a few weeks but I thought I would send this short update :)
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Toddlers.
There was absolutely no guide book. And if someone had written it Alfred would like to bloody meet them and shove it down their throats.
He was exhausted... and it was only 9am.
"Bruce... Bruce."
"SPAAAAAACE ROCKETS!"
"Yes, yes, I know but I don't think your Mum and Dad will appreciate..."
"Catch, Alfrie, CATCH!"
"Bruce.. Master Bruce!" The young lad had thrown himself from the sofa giving Alfred only mil-seconds to catch the toddler before he would fall on to the glass table.
"Yeeeey Alfrie!"
"MASTER BRUCE."
He felt the boy tense in his arms at the sharp tone and he calmed his voice.
"Bruce, we can't be jumping off things willy-nilly now can we? You could hurt yourself." He placed the boy down and gave him what he hoped was a firm but kind smile.
Bruce regarded him for a second. "Okay, Alfrie. Sowry."
"Okay, Master Bruce. Now... how about you read one of your books for a while, hmm? You must be tired."
Bruce, in truth, looked like he could easily do a few laps of the grounds and then some. The boy slumped to the floor, looking up at Alfred with what the Butler could only place as disdain in his eyes.
"How about we go out for a drive into town, hmm? You can help me get food for tonight."
"Okay. Front seat?"
"If you sit still"
"I will!"
"And if you're good, you can pick out a pizza, okay?"
"Okay!" Bruce was up on his feet again, pulling at Alfred's trouser leg. "Come on, Alfrie!"
"Alfrie" Alfred muttered to himself. If his friends could see him now...