I sat in the passenger seat of the squad car, laughing at the look on Noah’s face.
“She tried man, she did. But every single time she tried to say sick, she said dick.”
His face was red and his eyes shined as he laughed through the words he spoke.
“Do you know how hard it was to keep a straight face while my daughter is standing in front of me telling me over and over that she got dick three times that day?”
His eyes widened as he tried to fight his smile. “I wanted to be pissed at the thought but hell, she looked so cute holding her blanket close to her face, looking up at me with those big brown eyes of hers.”
He shook his head.
“Alena stood a few feet away hiding her smile in a damn dishtowel she held to her mouth. Had Nora been fifteen and was saying the same thing, I’d been out the door carrying my shot gun looking for the little fucker that got anywhere near my daughter,” he said with a serious tone.

Apparently little Nora had a speech impediment and the sweet girl was always stumping her parents every time she got carried away with an explanation.

C.A. Harms