I Want You Back
I asked him.
“I wanted to play with Spider-Man, and he didn't let me,” the boy replied, his little face in a furious expression.
“But the Spider-Man is mine,” Daniel replied, crying louder.
I sighed. It was still so early in the morning, and the day had already started like that. I held both of their hands, bringing them close. “You must never fight, fight is bad. Good boys don't fight. Why don’t you mama's babies play with Spider-Man together instead of fighting, huh?” I suggested it in a docile voice.
Chapitres populaires