'Daddy?'
'Yes, My boy'
'Why is your face spiky?'
'When you get to be a grown up like me your face grows hair on it'
'Spiky hair'
'Yes, spiky hair'
'But not Mum?'
'No, Mum doesn't get hair on her face'
'Mum has a soft face, Mum has a pretty face'
'Yes, Mum is soft and pretty'
'When I'm a Dad I'll have a spiky face just like you'
'Sure will mate, just like Dad'
'And I'll marry a lady soft and pretty like Mum'
Below is the same conversation but I am adding gestures, expression and scenery.
A soft light filtered from the lamp on the bedside table, filling the room with a gentle glow. On a small and heavily covered bed lay a young boy, his arms wrapped around the larger form of his Father.
The boy reached up and softly stroked his Father's cheek,
'Daddy?' he asked softly
'Yes, my boy' answered his Father
'Why is your face spiky?' the boy reached up and rubbed his Father's face vigorously.
His Dad laughed out loud, "When you get to be a grown up like me your face grows hair on it'
'Spiky hair?'
'Yes, spiky hair'
The boy regards his Father quietly and seriously for a moment.
'But not Mum?'
'No, Mum doesn't get hair on her face'
The boy pauses briefly, still rubbing his Father's face gently and thoughtfully.
He then spoke quietly...barely a whisper,
'Mum has a soft face, Mum has a pretty face'
'Yes,' smiled his Father 'Mum is soft and pretty'
The boy suddenly smiles up at his Father
'When I'm a Dad I'll have a spiky face just like you' he states proudly,
'Sure will mate, just like Dad' his Father reaches over and gently tousles the boy's hair,
'And I'll marry a lady soft and pretty like Mum' he whispers softly, with just a touch of reverence.
