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rainbowfic2013-09-30 12:20 am
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Glitter 8, Nile Green 8: Presents
Author: Kat
Title: Presents
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Glitter 8 (Losing my mind. - Follies), nile green 8 (Unification of the Two Lands) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (Gail and Nathan: a blended family means blended holiday traditions)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas (Ivy is five), brush (foofaraw), oils (home cooking), glitter (cookie dough), novelty beads (That went so much better in my head...).
Word Count: 483
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ivy objects to the new way of Christmas presents.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Last Nile Green!
"But why?" Ivy demanded, stamping her foot.
Gail was really very happy that she'd raised a stubborn daughter who knew her own mind. It would serve Ivy well in a rough-and-tumble world that didn't respect women nearly so much as it should. But sometimes—okay, frequently—she wished the kid would shut up and take "because I said so" for an answer.
"Because it isn't fair to Aaron," she said, instead, as patiently as she could manage. "You know he wants to open presents with us too. How do you think he would feel if he got home and we'd opened all the presents without him?"
"Then he should've stayed here," Ivy said, and stamped her foot again. "I want to open presents now!"
"He wants to spend some holidays with his mother," Gail repeated, for the eighteenth time. "We are not going to punish him for that."
"But I want my presents!" Ivy demanded.
Gail sighed, and met her husband's way too amused glance over Ivy's head. "You could help me here," she said.
Ivy whipped around to glare at her father, who smiled indulgently at her and said, "You know, kiddo, Santa only gives presents to good children, and you aren't being very good right now."
Ivy stuck out her lower lip. "He already gave me the presents. They're right there." She pointed to the heap of gaily-wrapped packages.
"He can change them to coal," Nathan said, very solemnly. "He has a button in the North Pole that does that, you know. He just gives it one push and poof!"
Their daughter began to look a little worried. "He doesn't really. Anyway how would he know?"
"Your mother will call him," he said. He looked up and winked at Gail. "All moms have Santa's phone number. He gives it to them when they have babies, just in case those babies turn out to be bad kids."
Ivy turned wide eyes on her mother. Gail shrugged, and said, "I didn't want to tell you before."
For a moment, Ivy swung back and forth between her parents. Gail thought she was keeping a reasonably straight face, although Nathan looked like he'd lose it at any moment. Finally, their daughter lowered her eyes, and scuffed her foot against the carpet. "Maybe... maybe one present?"
"How about we bake cookies instead," Nathan said. It wasn't a suggestion.
Fortunately the offer of sugary dough perked Ivy up considerably, and she skipped off to the kitchen behind her father, apparently forgetting all about her presents. Gail knew better, but hey, it was maybe twenty minutes of peace before the cookies went in the oven and Ivy was back.
Thank God a blended family meant another parent to help out, because otherwise she might have throttled Ivy by now. She sighed, sat back, and picked her book up again. Best to enjoy the quiet while she had it.
Title: Presents
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Glitter 8 (Losing my mind. - Follies), nile green 8 (Unification of the Two Lands) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (Gail and Nathan: a blended family means blended holiday traditions)
Supplies and Materials: Canvas (Ivy is five), brush (foofaraw), oils (home cooking), glitter (cookie dough), novelty beads (That went so much better in my head...).
Word Count: 483
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ivy objects to the new way of Christmas presents.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Last Nile Green!
"But why?" Ivy demanded, stamping her foot.
Gail was really very happy that she'd raised a stubborn daughter who knew her own mind. It would serve Ivy well in a rough-and-tumble world that didn't respect women nearly so much as it should. But sometimes—okay, frequently—she wished the kid would shut up and take "because I said so" for an answer.
"Because it isn't fair to Aaron," she said, instead, as patiently as she could manage. "You know he wants to open presents with us too. How do you think he would feel if he got home and we'd opened all the presents without him?"
"Then he should've stayed here," Ivy said, and stamped her foot again. "I want to open presents now!"
"He wants to spend some holidays with his mother," Gail repeated, for the eighteenth time. "We are not going to punish him for that."
"But I want my presents!" Ivy demanded.
Gail sighed, and met her husband's way too amused glance over Ivy's head. "You could help me here," she said.
Ivy whipped around to glare at her father, who smiled indulgently at her and said, "You know, kiddo, Santa only gives presents to good children, and you aren't being very good right now."
Ivy stuck out her lower lip. "He already gave me the presents. They're right there." She pointed to the heap of gaily-wrapped packages.
"He can change them to coal," Nathan said, very solemnly. "He has a button in the North Pole that does that, you know. He just gives it one push and poof!"
Their daughter began to look a little worried. "He doesn't really. Anyway how would he know?"
"Your mother will call him," he said. He looked up and winked at Gail. "All moms have Santa's phone number. He gives it to them when they have babies, just in case those babies turn out to be bad kids."
Ivy turned wide eyes on her mother. Gail shrugged, and said, "I didn't want to tell you before."
For a moment, Ivy swung back and forth between her parents. Gail thought she was keeping a reasonably straight face, although Nathan looked like he'd lose it at any moment. Finally, their daughter lowered her eyes, and scuffed her foot against the carpet. "Maybe... maybe one present?"
"How about we bake cookies instead," Nathan said. It wasn't a suggestion.
Fortunately the offer of sugary dough perked Ivy up considerably, and she skipped off to the kitchen behind her father, apparently forgetting all about her presents. Gail knew better, but hey, it was maybe twenty minutes of peace before the cookies went in the oven and Ivy was back.
Thank God a blended family meant another parent to help out, because otherwise she might have throttled Ivy by now. She sighed, sat back, and picked her book up again. Best to enjoy the quiet while she had it.
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(eagerly waits for a story where Ivy and Gina get to deal with Andy and Leah around the holidays)
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Thanks for reading!
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I think I know where Ivy learned the whole diabolic stinker routine.
Also, that's brilliant.
Also-also, I ROFLED.
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Thank you!
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Ha, Santa's phone number and turning gifts into coal... :p
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