Post by Icon Lord Jon Kellar on Jun 24, 2015 14:50:20 GMT -6
Daddy...
Icon Lord Jon Kellar opened his eyes, groaning as he stretched his legs and smacked them against the seats in front. He cursed internally.
Melissa: Daddy look... look...LOOK!
Icon Kellar: Uuughgghhg.....
He rubbed his head and looked over towards his 4 year old daughter, short, brunette, and naturally caffeinated.
Icon Kellar: What is it M?
Melissa: I drew this.
In her hand, Melissa held a crudely drawn picture of an aeroplane, with garish zombie like faces peering out of the windows. Kellar sighed, any hopes of him having produced a future Turner Prize winner were rapidly fading. As his eyes tracked across the mess of crayon and orange juice stains, he noticed something.
The plane was surrounded by clouds of various shapes and sizes, and on one of them stood a crudely drawn matchstick figure with long brown hair in a business suit. Her arms were wide and she was smiling.
Kellar forced a smile.
Icon Kellar: Is that Mummy?
Melissa nodded
Icon Kellar: It's lovely sweetheart, we'll hang it up in the gym when we get home, okay?
Melissa: Look, there's me... and there's Uncle Sean.
Icon Kellar: Okay....
Melissa: And there's you...
Kellar sighed at the forlorn looking sad-faced figure in the aeroplane window. A lack of artistic talent maybe, but Melissa had inherited every scrap of her mother's intuition.
Melissa: And that's a reindeer...
Icon Kellar: Right... It's lovely sweetheart. Why don't you try and get some sleep? We've got a busy day ahead when we land
Melissa: Daddy, why are we on a airyplane?
Icon Kellar: Well... someone invited Daddy to something, and Daddy needs a break from things at work.
Melissa: Why can't Uncle Sean come?
Icon Kellar: Well apparently Uncle Sean did something to end up on the no-fly list for this airline so...
Melissa: Why?
Icon Kellar: Well, Uncle Sean has had an... eventful life...
Melissa: Why?
Icon Kellar:: Can we postpone that conversation for a few years please sweetheart?
Melissa nodded. Icon Kellar smiled and slumped back in his seat. His eyelids gradually touched together and he sighed contentedly.
Melissa: Daddy....
Kellar sighed again, he wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon.
Icon Kellar: Yes M?
Melissa: Who invited you out to Kon Hon?
Icon Kellar: Oh, just someone I used to work for years ago...
Melissa: When you were a russler?
Icon Kellar: Yes, yes he used to help me round up the cows.
Melissa: What cows?
Icon Kellar: Nothing sweetheart... it's a joke...
Melissa: I know a joke...
Icon Kellar: That's nice honey, can I hear it in the morning?
Melissa: Why did the caterpillar...
Icon Kellar (under breath): That's a no then...
There was a loud *ding* noise.
Pilot: Good Morning Ladies and Gentlemen, we are currently on course to land at Hong Kong International Airport approximately 30 minutes behind schedule....
Icon Lord Jon Kellar opened his eyes, groaning as he stretched his legs and smacked them against the seats in front. He cursed internally.
Melissa: Daddy look... look...LOOK!
Icon Kellar: Uuughgghhg.....
He rubbed his head and looked over towards his 4 year old daughter, short, brunette, and naturally caffeinated.
Icon Kellar: What is it M?
Melissa: I drew this.
In her hand, Melissa held a crudely drawn picture of an aeroplane, with garish zombie like faces peering out of the windows. Kellar sighed, any hopes of him having produced a future Turner Prize winner were rapidly fading. As his eyes tracked across the mess of crayon and orange juice stains, he noticed something.
The plane was surrounded by clouds of various shapes and sizes, and on one of them stood a crudely drawn matchstick figure with long brown hair in a business suit. Her arms were wide and she was smiling.
Kellar forced a smile.
Icon Kellar: Is that Mummy?
Melissa nodded
Icon Kellar: It's lovely sweetheart, we'll hang it up in the gym when we get home, okay?
Melissa: Look, there's me... and there's Uncle Sean.
Icon Kellar: Okay....
Melissa: And there's you...
Kellar sighed at the forlorn looking sad-faced figure in the aeroplane window. A lack of artistic talent maybe, but Melissa had inherited every scrap of her mother's intuition.
Melissa: And that's a reindeer...
Icon Kellar: Right... It's lovely sweetheart. Why don't you try and get some sleep? We've got a busy day ahead when we land
Melissa: Daddy, why are we on a airyplane?
Icon Kellar: Well... someone invited Daddy to something, and Daddy needs a break from things at work.
Melissa: Why can't Uncle Sean come?
Icon Kellar: Well apparently Uncle Sean did something to end up on the no-fly list for this airline so...
Melissa: Why?
Icon Kellar: Well, Uncle Sean has had an... eventful life...
Melissa: Why?
Icon Kellar:: Can we postpone that conversation for a few years please sweetheart?
Melissa nodded. Icon Kellar smiled and slumped back in his seat. His eyelids gradually touched together and he sighed contentedly.
Melissa: Daddy....
Kellar sighed again, he wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon.
Icon Kellar: Yes M?
Melissa: Who invited you out to Kon Hon?
Icon Kellar: Oh, just someone I used to work for years ago...
Melissa: When you were a russler?
Icon Kellar: Yes, yes he used to help me round up the cows.
Melissa: What cows?
Icon Kellar: Nothing sweetheart... it's a joke...
Melissa: I know a joke...
Icon Kellar: That's nice honey, can I hear it in the morning?
Melissa: Why did the caterpillar...
Icon Kellar (under breath): That's a no then...
There was a loud *ding* noise.
Pilot: Good Morning Ladies and Gentlemen, we are currently on course to land at Hong Kong International Airport approximately 30 minutes behind schedule....
