Broken Boulder un jour tu t'en voudras

the perk of being a child is that although there are already many complications to her life, she is unaware of about ninety percent of them.  what she does understand she doesn't really, at least not yet.  

but that tone in daddy's voice, she has heard it before.  she squats and had she not just urinated somewhere else a puddle would've formed beneath her.  as it was only a tiny golden dribble leaked from her, tiny round ears flattening upon her head.

daa-aaad-dee, she whines, sweeping herself between his (compared to her) massive paws.