Bright

He always chuckled to himself on the mornings that he forgot to turn on the lights.  Freshly shaved, he’d come out of the bathroom and see her eating in the dark.

She always answered “good” when asked her state of being, no matter the level of light, and this morning was no different.  After breakfast she began playing with her dolls in her normal talkative way.

“Okay.  I’m just going to brush my teeth and we’ll be ready to go,” he explained.

“Okay,” she responded.

As he turned the water off and reached for the towel he noticed she wasn’t talking anymore.

“Hey.  You okay?  How come you’re not talking anymore?” he asked, walking by her, still gathering everything together.

“I don’t want to brush my teeth daddy,” she confessed.

“Well, well, well,” he laughed.  “And you might have gotten out of it if you didn’t say anything.  Think about that for next time.  For now, let’s go brush your teeth.”

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