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|A0||X||Kanji worksheet, due on Tuesday from 2004.09.12|
"Don't worry about me. I love children. In fact, I brought a treat for--Benjamin, right? A cookie now, and--if you behave--another cookie later. How does that sound?" The girl produced a jar and offered it to the child, who shook his head and hid behind his father. The babysitter laughed and set the jar down on a small desk. "Isn't he such a dear?"
"Ooh, is that chocolate? Benj, if you don't want any..."
"Now, now, John, no snacks before dinner. Kathy, just two cookies, okay? Please make sure he eats dinner. I've left something in the ref. Before I forget, here's the advance you asked for. Good night, Benjamin, Kathy! See you at 10."
Then they were gone.
His stomach rumbled. He put down the truck and waddled over to the dining room. No dinner in sight. He could ask the babysitter, but that'd probably mean having to eat boring vegetables.
He caught a whiff coming from near the front door. Cookies! Cookies would be perfect for dinner. He peeked behind him. She was still on the sofa, staring at those gross shows with lots of face-sucking. Removing his squeaky shoes, he tiptoed through the living room and climbed onto a chair, carefully wrapping his small fingers around the jar. Easing the flip-top lid open, he reached in, grabbed his prize, and crammed it into his mouth.
It wasn't quite chocolate. He didn't know what it was. But it tasted... nice. He wanted another one. And another. And -
"You like the cookies?" The baby sitter smiled at him.
Cookie-laden hands froze half-way to a crumby mouth.
"I love cookies. You can help me make some. Your kitchen has an oven, right? Let's go. Bring the jar with you."
He found himself taking a step, and another, and another. He couldn't take his eyes off her, staring, horribly fascinated as she dipped a hand into the jar and snared a cookie.
"I do so love children," she sighed, and bit into it.
A note greeted his parents when they came home.
"Benjamin was absolutely wonderful. Thanks."
(in response to flashxer prompt "Splintered")
Practiced with the staff today. I don't know if the short staff will look quite as interesting, though. Anyway, practice should make my motion smoother.
Tried calling Tomoko up, but I'm not sure if I'm even dialing the number correctly...
Happy birthday to Ching!
Kept my one-chapter advance margin. Should work on extending that to a few more chapters.