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Post by Logan on Aug 26, 2006 15:31:51 GMT -4
"Git back over here, wouldja?"
Though he sounded kind of irritated, Logan was grinning as he chased his little toddler Keitha into the other room. She had someone's toothbrush in her hand and was giggling madly as her stubby little legs awkwardly pushed her across the floor.
Keeping his pace a slight distance from her, Logan had a mock-stern expression on his face (that was downright believable to everyone but Keitha) as he pursued her through the first floor hallways of the Institute.
Keitha rounded a corner, her stockinged feet slipping just a little as she reached the bathroom and she disappeared inside. Logan could the *ploop* before he even turned the corner, and knew exactly what had happened.
"Now Keitha," he said with a little genuine exasperation as he fished out the toothbrush, and then he hesitated when he saw the name 'Guido' emblazoned on the glittery toothbrush handle.
He just kind of shook it off a little. "I told ya we need ta put this right back where it came from, didn't I?"
Carrying her on his side, he shook the excess water off the toothbrush and carried it back up to Guido's bathroom.
"Guido poop!"
Logan grinned down at her.
"Looks like someone's gettin' some ice cream," he said softly.
And it wasn't Guido.
(the end)
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