“Oranges! No apples!”
She was angry. He, of course, tried not to smile at her pouty determination.
“Don’t worry, dear. Oranges then.”
He stroked her head musingly. He’d give the apples to their neighbour down the street. They had a donkey that’d be only too happy to eat them all.
“And Death! ‘Oranges and Death’!”
“Of course, dear. I will make preparations for the sacrifice tomorrow, first thing.”
With that, she ran to the kitchen where the nanny was fussing with dinner. He picked up the crayons scattered about. Maybe they shouldn’t take drawing lessons in the kindergarten so seriously?