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“Look what I made!” Emily yells in lieu of a greeting as she shoves a craft in Scully’s face.
Scully moves it back from her face when a smile and looks at construction paper craft. The paper is orange with cut up construction paper shapes pasted on. The black paper is a witches hat covering strips of brown paper made to look like hair. Under is a purple crayon drawing of what Scully assumes is a witch.
“Very spooky.” Scully says as she puts it under a magnet on the fridge.
“This witch isn’t a scary witch though.” Emily says with a serious face.
“Really is she like Glinda from the Wizard of Oz?”
Emily gives Scully a flat look, “No she doesn’t wear pink mom.”
Mulder walks into the kitchen behind Emily and gives Scully a wink.
“Oh you’re right, does she have a name?”
Emily nods but furrows her brow, “Hummmmm.”
“How about….” Mulder rubs his chin, “Cordelia?”
Emily shakes her head, still frowning.
“Maybe Tabatha?”
“No.”
“Bessie?”
“Daisy!” Emily shouts and runs to her backpack for a crayon as Mulder and Scully stifle their laughter.
“Mom, how do you spell ‘Daisy’?”
Later that evening over dinner Emily continued to rhapsodize about Daisy.
“Can you do a witches’ cackle Em?” Mulder asks with a full mouth earning a disapproving look from Scully.
Emily looked back at him blankly, “What does cackle mean?”
Mulder does a quick impression, “Hehihihihi!”
Mulder’s shrill laugh startles both Scully and Emily and the little girl shoots him a dubious look.
“A cackle is a scary laugh. Like the wicked witch.”
“Can you do one?” Emily asks with wide eyes.
Scully quickly fills her mouth and shakes her head.
“Oh come on Scully! Let’s hear it!” Mulder’s excitement is contagious and Emily swiftly stands up in her chair.
“Pretty please!”
“If you sit down and finish your peas.”
Emily is in her seat in a second and shoving peas into her mouth.
Mulder leans forward in excitement.
Scully rolls her eyes and finally lets out a soft cackle, “Bwahahahaha…”
“Boooo!” Mulder says with downturned thumbs.
Emily giggles and joins in, peas flying everywhere.
“Emily!” Scully frowns before taking a deep breath and finally letting out a real cackle, “BWAHAHAHAHA!”
Her laugh is nearly as loud as Mulder’s drawing excitement from her audience.
Scully purses her lips to hold back a laugh, “Now both of you finish your dinners.”