“Jacques, Come to dinner this instant.” Annoyance filled his mother’s voice.
“What’s up with you ?” Her husband asked mildly.
“Jacques has not taken that diving helmet off all day. Jules Vern really does have a lot to answer for.”
“Com’on love. It can’t be that bad. Learning not to be claustrophobic could be a good attribute for Jacques to learn.”
“Don’t be stupid. He’d be better learning his tables than hiding his sister under the pillows and pretending he’s diving in the ocean depths.”
“He’ll grow out of it.” He reassured as he answered the door.
“Parcel delivery. Mousieur Cousteau?”
For Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle and the photo prompt is copyright an curtesy of Douglas M. MacIlroy.