“What are you doing in my office, Little One?”
“I’m wondering if I can help you write?”
“What’s the deal? Nothing to do?”
“Well, its this shelter in place stuff. Gets old.”
“I know. How about getting out an old toy.”
“You are talking about this pumpkin pie?”
“Yeah, You haven’t played with that for ages.”
“Dad. This is a seasonal toy. This is not Thanksgiving.”
“Well, excuse me. How about the yard?”
“It is nice out here. Hey Lucy. The yard’s nice come on out.”
“be right there, Little One.”
This is nice. You were right.”
“I don’t mean to have you adopt the couch position.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“I was thinking you and I could be trackers. We could track some big game.”
“Look, Lucy. I think I have a puma’s scent.”
“More like a stray Blue Jay if you ask me. I’m going to look for something of substance.”
“What’s up there, Lucy?”
“Not sure, but it is big. Look at the leaves move. Listen to it crashing through the forest.”
“I think you have tracked down a squirrelausauris.”
“You make it sound like I imagined the whole thing.”
“You said it, not me.”
