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milieva_ficsI've been writing, and I rather love Hideaki. He's such a cute kid.
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“Hideaki, please,” Umi pleaded as she tried to pull her son toward the gate of his nursery school. Short of throwing himself on the ground, he was doing everything possible not to go in.
“Noooo,” he said as he struggled even harder to get away from her. “I don’t want to.”
Ever since he had started talking, it was apparent Hideaki was far more advanced than his classmates. He had a vocabulary to rival his mother’s, perhaps even his father’s. Put simply, he hated nursery school because it was downright boring to him. Being trapped in a room of other three and four year olds for six hours, was pure torture.
His disdain for nursery school was only rivaled by his hatred of his mother’s decision to return to work, because that was the reason he was required to spend so many mind numbing hours drawing pictures and reading books with little more than one sentence to a page.
Exasperated, Umi dropped to her knees and grabbed hold of his shoulders that she might reason with him face to face.
“I know you hate it, but there is nothing I can do about it today.”
“What about tomorrow? Or the next day? When will you be able to do something about it?”
She paused to take a deep breath as she formulated some argument, even though she knew it was hopeless. Hideaki had inherited his father’s skill at debate, and there was very little she could do to change his mind once it was set on something, or for that matter, not doing something.
That was why she often had to resort to an age-old childrearing principle… bribery.
“If you go to nursery school today, I promise I will take you to a book shop Sunday, and you may have whatever two books you want.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Hideaki shook his head and let out a determined, “No.”
“Please,” Umi practically begged as she glanced at her watch. “I’m already going to be late to work, and I very well cannot take you with me.”
The little boy’s eyes lit up as a new thought popped into his head. Why hadn’t he ever thought about it before? It was brilliant, the perfect alternative.
“Why not?”
Umi cradled her head in her hand as she realized she’d just fueled a new debate. “Because you’re four years old.”
“So? I can speak English. I’ve read more books than half your students. I heard you tell Aunt Kuu so. I could be your assistant.” He looked up at her with his sweetest, most innocent look and begged, “Please, Mama…”
Looking at her watch again, and realizing she had no way of ending this debate in a timely manner, Umi relented any attempted at arguing against him.
“Fine. You may present your case to the director. It is his decision anyway.” She took hold of his hand, perhaps a little too tightly as she turned back toward her bus stop, hoping they hadn’t miss the bus.
Hideaki could care less about her squeezing his fingers, he’d gotten just what he wanted, no nursery school.
Try to Wish Preview:
“Hideaki, please,” Umi pleaded as she tried to pull her son toward the gate of his nursery school. Short of throwing himself on the ground, he was doing everything possible not to go in.
“Noooo,” he said as he struggled even harder to get away from her. “I don’t want to.”
Ever since he had started talking, it was apparent Hideaki was far more advanced than his classmates. He had a vocabulary to rival his mother’s, perhaps even his father’s. Put simply, he hated nursery school because it was downright boring to him. Being trapped in a room of other three and four year olds for six hours, was pure torture.
His disdain for nursery school was only rivaled by his hatred of his mother’s decision to return to work, because that was the reason he was required to spend so many mind numbing hours drawing pictures and reading books with little more than one sentence to a page.
Exasperated, Umi dropped to her knees and grabbed hold of his shoulders that she might reason with him face to face.
“I know you hate it, but there is nothing I can do about it today.”
“What about tomorrow? Or the next day? When will you be able to do something about it?”
She paused to take a deep breath as she formulated some argument, even though she knew it was hopeless. Hideaki had inherited his father’s skill at debate, and there was very little she could do to change his mind once it was set on something, or for that matter, not doing something.
That was why she often had to resort to an age-old childrearing principle… bribery.
“If you go to nursery school today, I promise I will take you to a book shop Sunday, and you may have whatever two books you want.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Hideaki shook his head and let out a determined, “No.”
“Please,” Umi practically begged as she glanced at her watch. “I’m already going to be late to work, and I very well cannot take you with me.”
The little boy’s eyes lit up as a new thought popped into his head. Why hadn’t he ever thought about it before? It was brilliant, the perfect alternative.
“Why not?”
Umi cradled her head in her hand as she realized she’d just fueled a new debate. “Because you’re four years old.”
“So? I can speak English. I’ve read more books than half your students. I heard you tell Aunt Kuu so. I could be your assistant.” He looked up at her with his sweetest, most innocent look and begged, “Please, Mama…”
Looking at her watch again, and realizing she had no way of ending this debate in a timely manner, Umi relented any attempted at arguing against him.
“Fine. You may present your case to the director. It is his decision anyway.” She took hold of his hand, perhaps a little too tightly as she turned back toward her bus stop, hoping they hadn’t miss the bus.
Hideaki could care less about her squeezing his fingers, he’d gotten just what he wanted, no nursery school.
