TITLE: Wuv and Gracie 9/18/14
By Joe Moreland
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I heard little girl giggles coming from the hall outside my home office. With an exaggerated sigh, I stopped working on my current project, got up from my desk, walked over to the door and opened it to find Gracie, a very precocious three year old, standing with her hands covering her mouth – still giggling.
“Gracie,” I tried to sound stern, “what are you doing upstairs?”
“Hiding? From who?”
“From Miss Befany!”
Bethany is my oldest daughter.
“Hiding, or running away?”
“Hiding!” She ducked under my legs and slipped right by me, into my inner sanctum. I hung my head in shame at my inability to keep a three year old from getting past my defenses.
“Hey! You’re not supposed to be in here!”
“I wuv you.” It was said in the off-hand way people say things when they are only saying to get something they want. Needless to say, it had no effect on me whatsoever.
Not wanting to make the extra effort to walk all the way downstairs, especially if it meant leaving Gracie alone in my office, I decided to text Bethany the whereabouts of her missing charge.
I have your fugitive.
I know exactly where she is. Was the reply on my phone.
Resigned to being stuck with the child for a bit longer, I turned around to see her going through my desk. I rushed over to save my precious stuff before she ruined it all with "little girl guk".
“Hey, hey now!” I lifted her up and set her down on the sofa. “What do you think you’re looking for?”
I looked her straight in the eye. “There’s no candy in here.” I lied. It’s okay to lie to a three year old. Their three year old brain is not fully developed enough to handle a truth like “there is candy in here, but you can’t have any of it.”
The look on Gracie’s face clearly indicated that she wasn’t buying the “no candy” pitch. I wasn't worried, though. My secret stash was very well hidden. Even my own children had no idea it existed.
“Look, you sit here…really, really still…until Miss Befany – I mean Miss Bethany – comes back for you. Okay?”
I sat at my desk and started working again. A few moments later, I heard rustling and turned to see Gracie sitting right where I left her on the couch, but now she had an open bag of candy in her lap and chocolate smeared across her face.
“Wh-where did you get that from?” I half screamed – My candy! My precious!
Gracie shrugged her shoulders as if to say “It just magically appeared in my lap!”
About this time Bethany arrived to rescue me from my Gracie crisis. “MISS GRACIE! What are you doing with that candy?”
“Mr. Joe gave me candy!” She rejoiced and did the Happy Dance back and forth across my couch.
“Dad, you can’t be giving her chocolate every time she pops in on you!”
“I didn’t. She snapped her fingers and it just did her bidding! I swear! I didn’t give it to her!”
“Whatever. Like she just opened your file cabinet herself and pulled it out of your secret stash."
She turned her attention back to the three year old. "Come on Gracie. Say goodbye to Mr. Joe. He has to work now.” Said as if I had not been trying to work before.
Gracie took Bethany’s hand and headed towards the door. At the last second she slipped loose and ran back to throw a huge hug around my leg and look up at me with her big brown eyes, nestled beneath a mop of curly brown hair.
“I wuv you!”
I looked down at my chocolate smeared pants leg and patted Gracie on the head.
“I wuv you too, Gracie. I wuv you too.”
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