Daddy gripped the spoon with a determined set to his jaw.
‘Open wide for the aeroplane,’ he said, with only the faintest tremor in his voice.
All is fair in love, war, and din-dins.
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Their eyes met. Battle was about to commence. The tools of war were laid out before them, the disputed territory all that separated civility and chaos. Eyes narrowed, you could cut the tension with a knife, and a blunt one at that. The advancing force had one shot, one chance for success. Any misfires would mean untold clean-up. Marshalling their nerve, it was now or never.
Daddy gripped the spoon with a determined set to his jaw. ‘Open wide for the aeroplane,’ he said, with only the faintest tremor in his voice. All is fair in love, war, and din-dins.
Sue Clayton
22/10/2022 03:58:13 am
Hilarious. So many millions of "din din airplanes" fly each day and most make a messy landing.
Tom Baldwin
22/10/2022 04:23:20 am
That brought back memories!
Fliss Zakaszewska
22/10/2022 04:47:06 pm
Thanks for the smile - and the memories. 😊
Jenny Logan
23/10/2022 12:41:57 pm
This was fantastic, Richard. A delightful tale! Comments are closed.
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