Hey Folks! I wrote this and another story within the space of three free periods at school this morning. I find this one cute and funny. Enjoy.
The Sour Lemon
The Impala rolled into the parking lot of the small road side diner. It was like an old fashioned 1950s style diner and it had seen better days.
Sam was curious "Where are we Dad?"
John turned off the engine "Ohio."
He looked in the rear view mirror to check on the youngest of his children. Christina was now 10 months old and was now walking. She had just woken from her nap and was blinking brightly at her father.
John smiled at her and turned to the eldest in the front seat "Get your sister outta her car seat Dean."
The boy jumped out the passenger seat and went around the other side of the car. Sam had already unclipped her from the car seat and was now at his older brother's side as baby Christina was lifted out of the car.
The family entered the diner and found themselves a booth near the rest rooms. Christina frowned as she was lowered into a highchair, she thumped her tiny palms on the plastic tray in outrage. If there was one thing she hated along side greens, it was high chairs.
"What are you boys having?" asked the young waitress who had blonde hair scraped back into a ponytail.
"Can I get the club sandwich please," said Sam politely with the menu in his hands, "And a chocolate milkshake too."
"Sure" she smiled as she jotted down the first order.
Both Dean and John ordered the cheeseburger and fries. The waitress then looked down at Christina.
"I can get eggs for the little un" said the waitress to which John nodded.
Christina babbled and began to chew on her plastic spoon as it soothed her teething pains. Drool dribbled down her rounded chin as she drummed the spoon excitedly as a tiny platter of eggs was placed in front of her. Spoonfuls of egg were nearly catapulted in the direction of Dean but Christina merely giggled innocently at her elder brother, who gave her a small glare in annoyance.
"Christina behave" warned John, softly but firm.
Christina glanced at her father and sulked. She obediently finished her eggs and the watched her family eat theirs. She nibbled several of Dean's fries but spat out the lettuce leaf that Sam gave her. Her attention was then turned to something else, the wedge of lemon stuck on the rim of her father's glass of soda.
She stared at it in wide eyed curiosity. Sam giggled at his little sister.
"Dad, Chrissie wants the lemon" he said.
John chuckled and handed her the lemon wedge. The child held it in her small hands, a look of awe on her face. That look turned into a grimace of horror once she shoved it into her mouth. The sharp sour taste shocked her and she dropped it onto the floor without hesitation. She looked down and shot little daggers at the sour lemon that was now discarded on the tiled floor. She now had another enemy. Lemons.