bending_sickle | Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.*

Words Written Today - 1,724
At This Rate You Will Finish On - November 25, 2012

It's been a shit day and a shit writing experience and everything sucks and I'm going to go die under my blankets now kthnxbai.

“Morning, Aggie.” He stepped down off the ladder. “Come on and get dressed, darling. We’ll be waiting just outside, okay?”

She nodded and started down the ladder backwards. Chip reached up to steady her, but she shook her head. “I do it like this all the time.”

Chip stepped back but kept his eyes on her, hands halfway up in the air, until she was safely on the ground. “Well, don’t come running to me when you fall on your face.”

“I won’t,” she quipped with a smile, full of childish certainty. She walked towards a chest of drawers and looked back at Chip. “I’m going to get dressed now.”

“Right, sure. Sorry, darling.” Chip went to the door, planting a kiss in her hair on the way. “Warm clothes, okay? And if you’ve got anything for the rain, that too.”

“You’re such a mom.”

Chip stuck his tongue out at her and closed the door before she could pull her own face.

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* Ambrose Bierce