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DRABBLE: rockmish betrayed
previously in this series: rockmish resists (5 years old) |
rockmish runs the day (6 years old) |
20 Minutes with Rockmish (8 months old) |
rockmish and the EMPTY face (4 years old) |
rockmish investigates (9 years old)*rockmish is close to one years old*
R: *crying, being difficult, making a fuss, and repeating one thing only...* Papa -
Papa!
P: Alright then, since you insist, we'll go see Papa. Now don't cry, we're going na? *picks up rockmish, wipes off her face and carries her up the stairs*
R: *glares at mumma distrustfully and keeps crying*
P: Aditi, you know we're going to Papa, at least you can pause crying for now. There's my good girl, no more crying.
R: *stops crying for a second to listen to what mumma is saying...then starts wailing again* PAPA!
P: *approaching AbhiGya bedroom door* Uff! Fine! Suniyeee, do you hear that? Papa ki princess papa ko mang rahi hai!
A: *making muffled noises inside the closet*
P: *walks to the closet, gently bouncing still-crying Rockmish in her arms* Aaye Papa, hazir ho jaye, aapke rajkumari ki hookum hai -
P: *gets distracted from her sarcasm for a second because she's almost walking into Abhi's bare chest as he changes shirts...then starts to murmur different sarcasm to the baby*
P: There you go Aditi, here you are screaming for him and he's too busy getting dressed to pay you attention. This man calls himself your slave and you give him so much importance but really -
A: Arre Baba, as if I would deny my princess attention? Sometimes a man has to change his shirt, Fuggy, even princess understands that, don't you princess? *straightens his white polo shirt and finally takes rockmish from Pragya*
R: *hides her face in papa's neck and makes snuffly noises, no longer crying but still distressed*
A: *emerging from the closet with Pragya behind him* *glances at the small head cradled on his shoulder and fondly ruffles R's soft hair* *looks at Pragya* Well? What is her majesty upset about now?
P: *hands on hips* *very serious* She won't eat the broccoli puree.
A: *wrinkles his nose in disgust* *pats R's back soothingly* Sahi baat hai Aditi, broccoli kitni gandhi cheez hai -
P: *raises her eyebrows and gives him a
look*
A: - par phir bhi, tumhe khanna hoga, because it's good for you baby. *holds R at arm's length* Come on princess, you'll eat the broccoli right? Let's go, we can do this.
R: *is not following papa's words but reaches out to grab his nose because it's fun*
A: *shifts her in his arms so she can't reach* None of that now, it's time to eat. Chalein? *heads out of the room with R and Pragya follows*
R: *sets her hand on Papa's chest and her chin on Papa's shoulder and enjoys the view as he carries her around*
*all arrive at the kitchen, where Abhi attempts to settle R back in her high chair as Pragya stirs the bowl of puree previously left lying on the table*
R: *realizes they are trying to trap her in that torture device again and starts screeching in protest. digs her sharp little baby nails into Papa's arm so he won't let her go*
A: *biting back a curse* Alright - alright! No high chair, see, I've got you. *sits in one of the regular kitchen chairs and settles R in his lap facing Pragya.*
P: *makes cooing noises and sings nursery rhymes as she brings the first spoonful of broccoli puree towards R*
R: *eyes widen as she sees the wicked green slime approaching her. Mumma is a lost cause but she'd expected better of Papa. Cranes her neck at him and gives him a betrayed look*
A: Sweetheart, don't be like that, just try it -
R: *squirms around and turns her head away from the evil spoon, trying to hide her face against him again*
A: *looks at P helplessly*
P: Just hold her jaw open...
A: *frowns but tightens his arm around the baby to keep her in place and raises his other hand to hold her mouth open*
*A & P wrestle with resisting R and finally manage to slip a spoonful into her mouth*
*R starts to cry again and promptly spits out the mouthful of puree...right onto papa's utterly inadequate refuge of a chest*
A: Chee! Aditi!
P: *grabs a towel and pats off the regurgitated puree* You probably shouldn't even have bothered with the shirt
A: What, and have her spit this up on my skin instead? No thank you!
P: *rolls her eyes* *gets into position to deliver the next mouthful to R*
R: *starts to cry and wriggle around again*
A: *frowns* Why is she reacting so badly? Maybe there's something wrong with this broccoli stuff.
P: I just made it today, there's nothing wrong with it. Do you want to taste it and check?
A: No...but maybe if she sees me eat it she'll follow the example?
P: Accha...*prepares another spoonful and ostenatiously sings to Abhi as she brings the spoon to his mouth*
R: *watches mumma and papa suspiciously*
A: *reluctantly swallows the puree* Hmm...*eyes widen and he smacks his lips to lick off the last drop of puree* Arre, princess, what's your problem? It's perfectly fine. It's even kind of yummy. Chalo, no more nakhras, let's finish this up now.
*A &P keep wrestling with R to feed her more puree*
*R resists as much as possible but with her parents working as a team against her she can't win*
*R cries and fusses until the whole bowl of broccoli is finished...though much more of it is on papa's shirt than in R's tummy by the end*
*A & P congratulate each other on their teamwork...unaware that they have inspired a lifelong distaste for green in their little princess...*
*R is too young to come up with revenge plots yet...but someday she will make mumma and papa pay for their great broccoli betrayal!!*
PS the stains never wash out of Papa's white polo 😃
THE END
Edited by -mina- - 9 years ago
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