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"Don't touch that," Skarlet said as she entered the room.
"I wasn't touching it!" Erron kinda shouted, quickly shutting Skarlet's book. ". . . Why can't I touch it?"
"It's . . . an icky magic book," Skarlet explained. "My magic. And the pictures might not be very nice."
"Oh! . . . I like your magic," Erron said, but he moved from the book to the living room table. "Craft!"
"You like my magic?" Skarlet smiled, setting the items on the table.
"Yeah, it's pretty," Erron said, snatching a paper. Then, he shoved it towards Skarlet. "You draw too!"
"Oh, no thank you, Sweetheart," Skarlet shook her head. "I'll watch you color. We can put on some cartoons if you'd like."
"But . . . want Mama to draw wif me," Erron frowned, giving his best puppy eyes.
Skarlet looked at him.
". . . Your no fun," Erron huffed. "Horsey's fun! Giveme him!"
"Ah!" Skarlet held Horsey just out of reach. "What's the magic word?"
Erron glared at him.
He didn't do no 'magic words'.
"Giveme!" Erron crossed his arms. "Now! Horsey doesn't like you anyways!"
Skarlet looked amused, "He doesn't like me?"
"Not anymore!" Erron whined, trying to grab his friend again. "It's cause your mean, he told me himself- Give it!"
"Well you should tell Horsey that he's being very mean right now," Skarlet finally handed it to him, which Erron quickly snatched. "If anything, I think he should go into a timeout."
"I- He don't need that!" Erron quickly shook his head. "He can stay here, I'll watch him!!"
Skarlet rolled her eyes, sitting back down on the couch and grabbing her book. They both knew that if Horsey got a timeout, Erron would probably serve it with him.
Plus she wasn't too upset anyways. It wasn't like Horsey hated her, which she would have scolded Erron for.
But Erron stayed silent for a few minutes. As if he was thinking. He didn't mean to make Skarlet angry, even if he hadn't.
". . . mama?" He gently nudged her. "Horsey and I were just playin' earlier, when we said he doesn't like you no more. He does."
"Is he now?" Skarlet closed her book. "Because what he said was really mean."
"Well . . . he's sorry," Erron took his hat off. "Really sorry. He didn't meant to be that mean. Your his favorite Mama."
"Is only he sorry?" Skarlet softly asked. "Or is someone else sorry?"
Erron looked at the ground, "I'm sorry. . . For translating his mean words."
Even Skarlet knew this was the best she was going to get. Erron had never been the best with apologies, unless she was actually angry.
"It's alright, sweetheart," Skarlet ruffled Erron's hair, who whined and put his hat quickly back on. "I knew he was just playing, and I accept both you apology."
Erron seemed content with that. Or, before he frowned, "You still don't wanna color?"
". . . Hand me the red," Skarlet sighed, moving to sit beside him.
Erron's gasp and quick rushing made everything better.
His mean giggles over her stick figures weren't going to be very fun, but maybe she could get Horsey on her side.