Alas, Poor Alan! Struck Down in the Prime of His Life! Oh! The Humanity!
Characters: Alan, Margaret, Cute, Innocent Li'l Donnie
Past Prompt # 59: Father
Monthly Theme: Violence
Rating/Category: K+
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: None
A/N: No drinking
Alan Eppes blinked at the ceiling.
"Alan?" Margaret scolded from somewhere out of his field of vision. "Alan! You left Donnie in his high chair… ALAN!"
Oh, good, she'd finally spotted him. The last yell sounded worried. Of course, Alan really wished that she would stop yelling because it was making his head hurt worse.
"Alan, what happened?" Margaret's face hove into view.
"Um, I was feeding your son," Alan said.
Margaret was looking very worried by now. As every parent knew, it was never a good sign when the kid was so definitely designated as yours.
"He was throwing his cereal around."
"I warned you…"
"Then he beaned me with his bowl."
"Ow, but that couldn't have been enough to knock you down!" Margaret protested.
"Well, no," Alan admitted. "I stepped back and slipped on the Cheerios."
He sat up and gently dabbed at his forehead, then checked his fingers. "I'm bleeding!" he said in astonishment (and just a trace of pride.)
"I'll get a band-aid," Margaret said, scurrying off.
Alan looked up at Donnie "That's some pitching arm you got there, kiddo. You should be in the majors!"
As if in agreement, Donnie threw his spoon at him.