This week's prompt! As always, I own nothing. Also no warnings or ratings apply here, it's just sweet fluffiness this time~ ^^
"Swish goes the breeze, playing in the trees. Buzz goes the bee, flitting 'round my knee."
Lassiter paused, frowning. There's no way the whole thing is like this, right? He thumbed through, bewilderment deepening as he only saw more pages that were ridiculously oversized for the amount of words they held. Lily looked up at her father, curious.
"Maybe mommy wants to read?" He gave a short smile.
"No. Daddy reads," Lily insisted.
Lassiter grumbled as Carlowe whispered, "She's two, Carlton. Just read the darn book."
Signing, he continued, "Pop goes the bubble, drifting in the air."
That one didn't even rhyme!
Lassiter looked helplessly up at his wife, only to meet another prodding gaze as she lifted a load of laundry and left him on the battlefront. Sighing, he watched her leave, slowly realizing something as Marlowe's slender back moved out of sight. Whispering, he continued the story -
"Bang goes the Glock, cleaning convicts' clocks."
"Don't make me use your middle name, Carlton!" Marlowe hollered from the other room. Lassiter sunk lower in the chair, muttering to himself while Lily burst into giggles.
"Again!" She clapped her hands.
"Bedtime," he said curtly, shutting the book with a snap.
Uhh and now I have to wait a whole week for a new prompt XP I just have too much fun with these~!
