Adalie, a short fat child held the gaze of Hiamovi, a sandy haired self-declared genius; neither prepared to be the first to give in.
Hiamovi swept up Adalie’s leggo and put it in his pocket saying, “you can have it back when you give me your proton rocket.”
” Do you think I’m mad you dotard,” Adalie said, clutching his toy to his chest.
“Don’t call me a dotard,” Hiamovi said, giving Adalie a shove .
Letting out a blood curdling war cry, Adalie returned the attack with fists flailing.
“Children, we don’t wage war in this house.”
In repsonse to Zoe’s prompt