The Author sat on the couch tapping her keyboard impatiently. "What is white?"
A slap happy Alex rolled around the floor laughing. "Look at her bad face lift!"
The Author rolled her eyes and wracked her brain for ideas. "Snow is white. My shirt is white." She looked at the TV. " That man is white. My Moves Are White." She paused. "I love that song."
Me: It took about 20 minutes, but I finally got an idea.
Max: But not a good one.
Me: Hey! It's less than excellent, but better than nothing.
Alex: -laughs- Bad face lifts!
Max: -confused-
Alex: Look!
Max: -gets it- -laughs-
Iggy danced around the house. "White! White! White!" He cried picking up every white object he could see, which was anything he could see. He pranced around squealing like a little girl and happily playing with whatever he could get his hands on.
He skipped past Max in order to play with a white lamp in her room. "What are you doing?" She asked.
Iggy giggled, poked the lamp, and skipped away. Max looked at his retreating figure confused. "Freak," muttered under her breathe and went back to doing her Max things.
Iggy, on the other hand, spent the rest of the day playing with white things. Some of these white things were better left unbothered. Like Nudge's cloths and Dylan's dandruff. They weren't too happy when he started messing with either of those things.
Max: Dylan doesn't have dandruff!
Me: And you know this because you spend a lot of time running your fingers through Dylie's hair?
Max: No…
Me: I didn't think so.
Max: Have you?
Me: -raises eyebrows- What if I did?
Alex: -laughs- My eyes! Their eyes!
Me: She's really slap happy.
Max: I noticed.
Me&Max&Alex