Rissa was snuggled into her bed. I was lying beside her. From the main floor we heard David:
"BLAAAAARGH!!!!!! SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!! ARGH!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!"
David stomp, stomp stomps back up the stairs. "Grumble, grumble, grumble..."
"What happened?" I asked, maintaining a straight face.
"I stubbed both my toes... at the SAME time... grumble, grumble...."
Rissa and I say nothing. I can taste blood in my mouth from the effort. David stomps back to the study.
"Daddy sometimes over-reacts to pain," Rissa observes.
"Sometimes," I agree. "I think you should tell him that. Go ahead." I make a you do it motion with my chin.
"Nuh-unh. You!" she says, pointing at me.
"No way. You!" I point back.
"Mummy you just have the right rhythm for it."
"The right rhythm?"
"Yeah, your rhythm is all... thump ba da thump, ba da boomp... booomp... booomp... snooooooore... See? your rhythm is so relaxed it's almost ASLEEP. You should totally be the one to tell him. You're a calming influence. Me? Not so much."
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