100 Glimpses into the Bones World

by FaithinBones

This is in repsonse to the Bonesology 2015 Microfiction Hiatus Challenge. These are drabbles and are supposed to be less that 300 words per chapter. I'm sure I won't be able to stick to the 300 words, sorry. I hope you have a little fun reading them.

10. Chapter 10

(Engage)

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Waving a stuffed pink elephant in front of Henry's face, Christine frowned as the baby refused to wake up and notice her. Her hand moving vigorously, the baby continued to slumber in peace. Frustrated, she turned and threw the toy at the door striking her father in the chest.

Startled, Booth motioned for his daughter to move away from the baby and over to where he was standing. Once she was close enough, he placed his hand on the child's shoulder and whispered, "Christine Angela Booth, you were told by your mother and me not to wake up the baby. He needs to sleep or you'll mess up his sleep what's it. Now what were you doing and why did you throw the toy at me?"

Embarrassed, Christine stared at the toes of her shoes, "I was being quiet, Daddy. I was merely trying to use the elephant to engage his attention."

Amused at his daughter's use of complicated words, Booth shook his head and stated, "So you were trying to wake him up."

Snapping her head up, Christine shook her head, "No Daddy, I was using the toy to see if Henry was awake. He wasn't. See, I didn't wake him up."

His tongue poking in his cheek, Booth pulled his daughter into the hallway and then closed the door. Pulling her up into his arms, he settled her on his hip, "Look Honey, I know you're fascinated with the baby but he isn't a toy and he's too young to play with you. Pretty much all he does is eats, poops and cries right now."

Giggling, Christine covered her mouth and exclaimed, "You said poops."

Chuckling, Booth replied, "Yes, I did. So want to play with me? We can play checkers if you want to?"

Hugging her father, Christine smiled, "You're the bestest Daddy. Thank you."

Carrying his daughter over to the top of the staircase, he placed her on her feet, "You're welcome. We'll stop by the kitchen and grab some ice cream."

"Oh boy!" Racing down the staircase, Christine whooped, "Chocolate, we have to have chocolate."

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