Chapter 4
So, this I got from an argument my sister had with my dad a long long time ago, which my mom recorded in her journal. Many phrases here come from this, however she didn't copyright her journal, so I'm pretty sure I can do this without being arrested. :) So without any further ado, my story.
Hawk and Dove didn't just argue as heroes. No, they started much earlier. Much much earlier.
2 year old Don fingered the egg in his hand before looking up at Hank grinning. He was going through a phase, where everything round was a ball, and any kind of bird was an owl. Just try and convince him otherwise!
Don showed Hank his egg at the table. "Ball!"
"That's an egg, Don."
Don nodded knowingly, and said wisely: "Ball."
"Egg."
"Ball!"
"Egg."
"Ball!"
"Egg."
"Ball!"
"Egg."
This was too much for Don to take, and he disconsolately burst into tears. Hank's mother glared at Hank, and leaned forward to Don. "Don, you think it's a ball, right?" Don nodded, still sobbing. "Well then, why don't you pretend it's a ball?"
At this, Don stopped crying, wiped his face off, and turned smiling to his brother.
"Ball."
