Frustration
Timmy came in to ask how I was doing with my sword. I told him, truthfully, that it was going nowhere. He was cross.
‘Fine,’ I said, getting a bit cross myself. ‘How are you doing decoding Magic Moments, genius?’
‘Not too well,’ said Timmy. ‘The song references Halloween, hay rides, sleigh rides, teams, touchdowns, prizes, disguises… I think we’re just going to have to wait until the next song appears.’
‘You’re sure it’s going to be another song?’ I said. ‘That Magic Moments is the first of four?’
‘Absolutely,’ said Timmy. ‘It’s logical.’ Kid loves logic.
‘OK,’ I said. ‘I trust you.’
The kid stood there for a moment, then suddenly looked very sad. ‘I miss Clyde,’ he said.
He looked so forlorn I had to give him a hug. ‘Don’t worry,’ I said. ‘We’ll find him.’
‘Promise?’
‘Promise,’ I said. ‘You’ll figure it out.’
‘We’ll figure it out,’ said Timmy.
‘Rightio,’ I said. ‘Now go to bed.’
‘I can’t sleep,’ he said. ‘Dad’s keeping me awake.’
Dad has embarked on his latest project, which is a complete scale recreation of the town of Edinburgh in sponge cake form. It’s in the design stages at the moment, and he’s pretty loud when he’s designing. So I said that Timmy could sleep in my room. He’s curled up at the end of my bed now.
I hope we find this frog soon. Keep your eyes peeled, OK?
