At the Movies
You can share my peanut M&M's, but you better act fast.
"Daddy," He felt a small finger poking him and turned around to see what his daughter needed.
"Hmm?"
"I can't see," The little girl whispered and pointed discreetly at the head of the bald man in front of them, who Harry figured must have either been 10ft tall or have an abnormally long body. He was reminded regularly that she had inherited her mother's manners, something he was grateful for in many situations.
"We'll swap seats," He offered, as the person sat in front of him seemed to be a dwarf. Maybe David and Goliath were out on a date.
"I still can't see," She complained.
"Ok," He was becoming increasingly conscious that if they carried on with the shuffling about they'd end up missing the beginning of the film. "Stand up a sec," She did as she was told and he proceeded to position his coat on her chair, forming a make-shift cushion. "Niks, coat please,"
"What?" She leaned over their son to see what was happening. "Oh," She handed over her coat and scarf. As he positioned them, he realised she had left the bag of Minstrels that they had hidden (they both refused to pay £10 for 5 pieces of popcorn and a malteser) in the coat pocket; he took it out and stuffed the full packet into the cup holder next to him.
Finally, his daughter sat down and smiled at him contently, just as the opening credits came on. He opened up the chocolates and after a taking a handful for himself, slyly put them back into the holder, hoping nobody had noticed.
"Daddy," She begun to poke him again. "Daddy,"
"Shush, the film's started,"
"Daddy," Each time she repeated it she got louder, until Harry eventually had to relent, for fear of the rather stern glare the man in front had turned around and given.
"What is it, Abby?"
"Mummy wants you," He looked towards his wife, who sat silently, eyes focused on the screen, but with her hand out flat.
Sighing, he poured some of the sweets onto her palm. Sometimes, he wished she didn't know him quite so well.