“Hey, dad. Any chance of forcing Lucy to play with me?”
“Now you know that doesn’t work well, Little One.”
“look at her though. Sound asleep when there are toys to play with.”
“Go see if she wants to play.”
“You want to play, Lucy?”
“Little potato. I’ve played with you for the last three hours. I need a small break.”
“Okay, then. I’ll just wander over and play with my hamburger.”
“There you go. A nice hamburger.”
“Lots of fun. Look I can chew the cheese-like fabric.”
“Uh-huh. Why not play with Beaver?”
“Beaver is under the couch.”
“Get the Boss to help you.”
“Dad? Can you get Beaver for me?”
“Sure Twiggy. No problem.”
“Ah Thanks, Dad. Beaver is my friend.”
“I hope Beaver likes to be checked for fleas.”
“It’s no fun trying to play alone.”
“Come over here, Little one.”
“You know there are times when you just have to play alone.”
“But I miss playing with you.”
“Okay. I’ll make you a deal. We take a nap then I’ll play with you.”
“Okay, Lucy. You are the best. I’ll try to close my eyes.”
“I think more important is trying to close the mouth.”









































