When I walked into the house I could smell
an odd smell. I wasn't sure what it was.
"When do you expect him home," I
heard a voice coming from down the hall.
"Not until 6 or so." I heard my
Brat reply. Of course I followed the voice until I came into the small room
that was used for a study and an all-purpose room. My Brat's friend looked at
me with wide eyes.
"Ummm," the boy stammered.
I jerked my head toward the door.
"Bye! Got to get," he said and
shimmied out the door, skirting pass me on his way out.
My brat turned around and looked at me.
"Hey Doc." He came over and gave
me a big kiss. "What you think?" He asked all smiles.
As I glanced around I saw that the room was
totally empty. The only thing that was still in there were the drapes that hung
from the widows. The six months old carpet was replaced with a dark oak floor.
Which, I had to admit was quite nicely done.
"The carpet was only six months
old." I told him as I pulled him into a hug, kissing the side of his head.
"It was ugly!" He said returning
the kiss I had given him.
"You and your friend did an excellent
job," I said. As I held him to me, I could feel his stance change with the
praise.
"It does look nice," He said with
pride in his voice.
"Yes it does. Did you think about who
would be cleaning this before you ripped out the carpet?" I asked.
When he didn't respond to the question I
knew he hadn't.
"Since a hardwood floor has to have
special care and cleaning this will give you something new to do when in
trouble." I told him. My brat's head hit my shoulder with a soft thud .
"I don't care the carpet was still
ugly!" he said.
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