Anya sat clutching her daddy staring round the room like a lost kitten, silent as a lamb. She hadn't been round to Grandma Natsios' in a while and clearly needed time to settle in. Good old Grandma started the baby talk to help break the ice.
She pointed to Dave and said, "This is Santa."
Anya, unable to talk, was clearly able to understand. Her face lit up instantaneously with a tiny little cheesy smile. Clearly daddy's little girl.
She was now able to walk around without the aid of her darlek dervice and her plans for world domination were well on their way when she began to help herself to Uncle John's Ice Cream.
No comments:
Post a Comment