Isaac 1957
A third chapter here, suggested by Sunniva; I love your ideas so I wrote this one.
Also, here in Australia we are having our school holidays start on Monday so I'll be able to update more!
P.S. Isaac is Max and Ceciley's (Character I made up) son. You'll learn more about him as I update my stories.
"Come on Isaac and try it," Max begged. "You'll never know if you like it until you try it." "Fine." He gave in. Max began laughing while holding up a spoon of the lumpy mess of boiled, salted peas.
"Nein!" He screamed turning away. "You said you would." "I don't trust you. You've put something in it; plus it doesn't even smell like peppermint!" "Oh, I can assure you it's in there." He giggled. "What did you put in it?" Isaac demanded. "Mein Gott, you're worse than your mother!"
"Did she like it?" He asked trying to prove it was not peppermint. "She would never shut up about it the first time she tried it."
Max was finding it really hard not to laugh. "So are you trying it?" He asked, tapping the bowl with his spoon.
"Ja." He said simply, still not trusting him. "Hehe, open wide." Max chuckled. Isaac put a look of disgust on his face, wincing to prepare for the taste.
Max slipped the spoon into Isaac's mouth, pulling it out quickly so he couldn't spit it back on the spoon.
Isaac lent to the side of his chair and spat on the kitchen floor. "I knew you were lying! What is that?" "You're grandmother's Pea soup; you know the one Aunty Liesel told you about." Max replied standing, to avoid being punched by the eight year old.
"Mama!" Isaac turned screaming. "Isaac, I don't want to die young!" Max exclaimed.
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One thing I need to get off my mind. I find it funny seeing everyone saying, "Yay! It's summer!" Well in Australia, it's winter right now... Yea, don't ask why I bought it up, but I wanted to so there!