The Thursday Post Critiques 29.12.16

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“Mommy!” her son’s loud wail brought her out to the garden where he was playing.

“What is it now?” she asked, hands resting on her hips.

“My ball!” he pointed out to the sky.

“That is not your ball sweetie. That is sun!” she said, hiding her grin.

“What is sun?” he asked.

“Eh… ah… I don’t know!” she said, her mind was in kitchen, where things were cooking on stove.

“Then it is my ball, you don’t know.” He said defiantly.

“OK.” She said glad to divert his attention.

“I want it back!” he ordered.

“Ask your daddy!” she said before retreating to her fortress.

“Daddy….”

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