If you've ever seen Game Plan, you'll get where I got this from.
Enjoy!
Wade just didn't like children. They were obviously evil. They just had to be. There was no other explanation for it.
Why else would the brat want a damn bedtime story?
Not that it was the worst of it yet. He spent two hours chasing her around the base. For damn six-year old, she was fast. It took him ten minutes to wrestle her out of her clothes and then he spent thirty minutes getting soaking wet in his new clothes to give her a shower.
"You want me to tell you a story?" He asked. It was bad enough that Stryker insisted on him acting like he was a father. He wasn't supposed to be a damn father in the first place.
She looked at him like he was stupid. She seemed to do that a lot. "Yes." She said with a nod. "Please."
He sighed and racked his brain for a bedtime story. "Ok, scoot over. Here goes. Once upon a time there was a little girl. She wore a red hood. Her name was Red Ridinghood. And Red…" She was shaking her head.
"That's not how you tell a story." She informed him politely. "I'll show you."
He sighed again. "Fine. You try." He muttered.
"Once upon a time there was a young princess. And the princess had many toys. She had a giraffe, a elephant, a tiger, a lion, a cat, a dog, a mouse, a fish, gazelle, a…"
"Lots of animals, I get it." Wade said snappishly.
She glanced at him. "The first toy, the giraffe, had many friends. He had a blue giraffe friend and he had blue dots. He had a pink giraffe friend and she had pink dots. He had a red giraffe friend and she had red dots…" Wade listened to the story. Or what the brat deemed a story and tipped his back into the headboard of the 'Princess bed' they had to get.
His eyes became drowsy and he intended on closing them only for a minute. The last thing he heard that night was: "and he had green dots."