Photo Jade M Wong
Last week I was last. This week I am first. The same characters. Another dragon. Maybe a Mea Culpa? Probably a Mea Culpa. Don’t all stories with puns require a Mea Culpa?
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We’ve made it clear that his building a Viking boat in the backyard is not an event deserving reoccurrence.
Now Erik’s built a clock with a fire-breathing dragon on top about to fly away at the stroke of midnight.
I do a face palm because I cannot envision having this creation, regardless of how beautiful it is, staring back at me, or heaven forbid, my mother, during a formal dinner.
He grins in that way he has, his blue eyes mischievous, his smile wide, his teeth so white. My dear geeky scientist with an IQ that is off the charts hovers innocently.
He shrugs. “Because often the time just seems to drag on.”