Cardan
“If you take my ball, I’m gonna tell my mommy!”
“That’s not your ball you i***t! You stole it because you’re a boy, and you’re bigger than us, dummy.”
“Mommy! This girl used a bad word! Mommy!”
“I did not! You’re a liar!” The girl shrieks.
“Did too!” The boy negates, hugging the dirty soccer ball to his chest like she might snatch it from him.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
I lean against the railing of the sandbox, studying the two kids arguing hard over a damn ball right in front of me.
The mother of the one obviously at fault shoots me a sheepish smile, before ducking her neck respectfully and looking away.
“I’d be a dead man before I ever get one of those.” Kill deadpans suddenly.
Gregory, amused, “That’s a hard goal to set for our kind. Not something you can escap
