Daddy's Girl

Bob. He is passive. He is not aggressive in any way, shape, or form whatsoever when out in public. When he gets home all the slights of the day coalesce into a critical mass and detonate vaporizing his namesake. Little Bobby Junior. He doesn't cry anymore. He has learned to survive stoically but Bobby is away at the hospital. My name is Celia, I am his little sister, and I bawl like a baby when I am the one. That is why I am hiding. Am I under the bed? No Daddy keep searching. Look in the closet. Ha! Fooled you again. Wherever could I be? Now, Daddy, you shouldn't look downstairs. Wait! Daddy, don't look in the kitchen. NO! DADDY. Don't open the Pantry. Oh Pooh! Daddy found Me. Now it is my turn. I hide my eyes and count. the blows One, Two, Three, Four Please, Daddy, can I have some more? Five, Six, Seven, Eight Watch Daddy, I can bear my fate. Nine and Ten See Daddy No tears. I WIN!