Q & A #5
"That's pretty."
"Thanks, Meredith. Glad you like it. It's your wallpaper." Xander held the next strip at the top of the wall, matching the design beside it. "Hey, kid, can you hand me that big brush by your foot?"
"Okay." The little girl picked up the smoothing brush and handed it to her Uncle Xander. She watched him ease the air bubbles out of the paper.
"You can sit down again."
"Okay." She sat on the floor and stared at him. "Uncle Xander, is God your kid?"
"What? Huh?" He dropped the brush on the ground. "What?"
"Mommy and Daddy say you're the godfather."
"Oh." He stopped what he was doing and squatted beside Meredith. "No, honey. Not God's father. I'm your godfather. I'm a really good friend of your mommy's and she asked me to be your godfather. Look out for you. Keep an eye on you."
"Daddy's friend too, right?"
He patted her head. "Sure kid. Whatever." He stood up, attending to the next strip of paper.
"How come you don't have a little girl? She could play with me."
"I don't have a wife, so I don't have a little girl. If I had a little girl, or a little boy, I'm sure they'd like playing with you." Having wet the paper in the tray, he held it against the wall.
"Why don't you have a wife? What's a wife?"
"A wife. Someone to love and have a family with." He smoothed the paper with his hand. "I don't have a wife because I blew it. Now Uncle Giles has a wife and I don't." He handled the paper a little too roughly. "Sorry, kid. I'll have to cut another piece." He pulled the ripped paper from the wall and looked down at her. "You know, for a little girl you ask big questions. Your daddy should be getting up soon. Why don't you check on him."
"Okay." She started out her bedroom door, but turned back to him. "What's a wanker Harris?" She laughed and ran out the door.
"I may have to stake her father yet."
"That's pretty."
"Thanks, Meredith. Glad you like it. It's your wallpaper." Xander held the next strip at the top of the wall, matching the design beside it. "Hey, kid, can you hand me that big brush by your foot?"
"Okay." The little girl picked up the smoothing brush and handed it to her Uncle Xander. She watched him ease the air bubbles out of the paper.
"You can sit down again."
"Okay." She sat on the floor and stared at him. "Uncle Xander, is God your kid?"
"What? Huh?" He dropped the brush on the ground. "What?"
"Mommy and Daddy say you're the godfather."
"Oh." He stopped what he was doing and squatted beside Meredith. "No, honey. Not God's father. I'm your godfather. I'm a really good friend of your mommy's and she asked me to be your godfather. Look out for you. Keep an eye on you."
"Daddy's friend too, right?"
He patted her head. "Sure kid. Whatever." He stood up, attending to the next strip of paper.
"How come you don't have a little girl? She could play with me."
"I don't have a wife, so I don't have a little girl. If I had a little girl, or a little boy, I'm sure they'd like playing with you." Having wet the paper in the tray, he held it against the wall.
"Why don't you have a wife? What's a wife?"
"A wife. Someone to love and have a family with." He smoothed the paper with his hand. "I don't have a wife because I blew it. Now Uncle Giles has a wife and I don't." He handled the paper a little too roughly. "Sorry, kid. I'll have to cut another piece." He pulled the ripped paper from the wall and looked down at her. "You know, for a little girl you ask big questions. Your daddy should be getting up soon. Why don't you check on him."
"Okay." She started out her bedroom door, but turned back to him. "What's a wanker Harris?" She laughed and ran out the door.
"I may have to stake her father yet."