A Gleam In His Eye

“Another beautiful woman to be?” Hunter repeated dutifully.

“Oh, no, not me. Johanna, make him stop,” Aubrey ordered as she giggled and danced away. “You’re not doing that to me.”

“Oh, I think so,” Hunter insisted, still stalking as the seven-year-old backed up with both hands held in front of her in a weak attempt to ward him off. “Do you know what happens to little girls who think my kissing is gross?” he asked menacingly.

Aubrey was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. “No, what?”

He lunged and caught her.

She shrieked.

Hunter questioned his wriggling burden one more time. “So you don’t think you’d like my kisses, hmm?”

Aubrey shook her head emphatically.

“I’ll give you ten years, my little pullet,” Hunter said. “Then we’ll see what you have to say about the subject.”

She really shrieked then and folded up laughing as he gently tickled her.

“I still think it’s gross and I’m still gonna tell,” Aubrey managed to say between giggles. “I’m gonna tell everybody you and Johanna were kissing.”

Just as Hunter was preparing a reply, a young voice yelled down from up above. “Uncle Hunter? Mikie threw Aaron’s toothbrush in the potty while I was using it. Then he flushed it down all because Aaron said his teeth were whiter than Mikie’s and Mikie probably wouldn’t get no stars. How’s Aaron gonna brush his teeth now? We coulda cleaned it up, couldn’t we? I mean, if we used lots and lots of soap? But it’s gone now. Mikie flushed it down. Aaron’s really mad ’cuz he only got half his teeth done. I think maybe it was the top half, but it coulda been the bottom. Want me to ask him?”

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