Conversations on a Balcony
68
Happy holidays, Darlings!
Translations:
/ieiu/: Mom
Abby was highly unamused. There was a stranger coming at her, dressed in weird clothes and she shook her head hard, looking at her mother as her face crumpled into tears.
"Awww… it's ok, Baby Girl," Mom said with a smile. "No one is going to hurt you."
"EEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Abby wailed, looking around the balcony frantically for her other mother.
"Abby," the stranger said, holding out their white-gloved hand. "It's ok. Want to tell Santa what you want for Christmas?"
"NOOOOOOOOO!" the toddler yelled, pointing at the stranger.
"Kara…" Mom said softly, and Abby looked around again.
"EEEEEEOOOOOOO?!"
"She's ok," the stranger said. "HOHOHO! Merry Christmas, Abby!"
Mom shook her head. "Kara, I'm not sure this is…"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Abby screeched, letting loose tiny twin beams of heat vision that set Kara's fake Santa beard on fire.
"Shoot," the Kryptonian said, pulling the fluff off her face and patting it out between her hands.
Cat sighed as she sat down on the couch, sitting her daughter on her knee and hugging her gently. "And THAT, /:ieiu/, is why I didn't want to take the chance of just bringing her to see Santa at the mall."
Kara chuckled, shaking her head as she slipped out of her costume. "Point taken."
