21st December: "Simon, come to Daddy" Hugo / Clara
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, Hugo called alluring and spread his arms. He watched his year-old son attention, the zuschwankte slowly to him. On his birthday he had begun to run, even if he was already three steps back down to his butt. Hugo was still proud beyond measure to his child, and since then it constantly encouraged to run again.
"Hugo, now let him but once a While playing alone! ", His wife Clara blamed him shaking his head. She was carrying a box of garlands, which they had brought from the attic.
"Oh come on, it makes it fun," protested and began to believe Hugo Simon, before he could once again fall to the ground. He felt his son firmly clutched in the sweater that his grandmother had given him. "And practice makes perfect," he added.
Clara shook her head. "You do just that at last he was riding on the toy broom can that you Angela have bought back then. Just because she has refused. "
" So sorry again! ", Outraged, and left with Hugo Simon down at her large dining table, where Clara is now the garland pulled out of the box and after Assorted colors. Of course she was right. He had bought his daughter for her second birthday a toy broom. He had as a child himself had one and could still remember how happy he was flown out. But to his disappointment was Angela burst into tears and refused to try out the broom at all. His only hope now was Simon. But Clara refused to let her son fly through the air when he could not even stand firmly on the ground. So Hugo tried to teach him there as quickly as possible.
"Hugo, if they have inherited my miserable Quidditch talent, then you will probably have to accept it," Clara also rubbed salt into the wound. "Your father has done but also with Rose." But only because he had proven to be quite passable Quidditch player, although he was not as good as his best friend Tommy, who for now Portuguese national team flew.
"I know, "he admitted with a sigh and took a garland from the hands of Simon who had just caught and was put into the mouth. Simon was a cry of protest, but Hugo pushed the stuff relentlessly out of his reach. Finally, his son was content with his own thumb. "Where did you leave Angela?"
your four-year-old daughter Clara was gone in the attic to check the garlands, but they had come down with her mother again.
"She has found a spider up and wanted to see for a while yet," said Clara, and blew lightly the dust of the decoration. But this was so much that they had to start them to cough.
Hugo shook his head. He hated spiders. His Dad was not different. He never thought that his daughter would inspire even so for them. You could spend hours listening to stories about Hagrid Aragog. He had received as a child nightmares about it.
"Daddy?" Hugo looked at the living room door. Angela, covered from head to toe with dust, had drafted the smile with which she had been by Hugo always get what she wanted. "Daddy, I can get a tarantula for Christmas? "she asked earnestly. She looked at him with big, pleading eyes.
Hugo swallowed. Alone at the thought of such a beast, he got goose bumps. Decided he shook his head. Never in his life he would probably feel more in this house when he knew that it was an animal in a room of his daughter. He also would have a mortal fear of them.
"No, Angela. Absolutely not. You do not get any tarantula. "He said firmly. "And no other spider or some insect, with more than two legs." he added, that he had expressed himself very clearly and she did not have any other ideas.
Angela looked at him disappointed. "But Daddy, all my girlfriends -" she began, but Hugo interrupted her.
"You can not tell me, darling. I refuse to believe that even one of your friends has such a beast. "It was not normal for little girls who want to be like that. Where are the whole damn dolls were gone? He looked at Clara, who nodded in agreement and set up an equally repellent expression had like him.
"And if I love all please?" Angela's eyes grew bigger and her voice still imploring. Hugo swallowed. He hated her something to beat, but that was not at all the love in question.
"Look, honey," suggested Clara and Angela moved into her lap. Hugo took a deep breath. When Clara started the case, then it was on a compromise. However, he was not a compromise with respect to a tarantula could live with it. "When you grow up and live alone, then you may have as many tarantulas as you want." Angela sighed. She would now had one happy! "But if you really want to see spiders, then after Christmas we go to the zoo and look at us all together. What do you think of this? "
Hugo was precious little of it, but his daughter seemed to like the proposal. At least it was clear that they would not get a better deal. "All right," she relented. "But if Simon wants a tarantula, then he should get none!" She added, folding his arms over his chest.
Hugo nodded. "I can promise you all set, my darling. So long as I live, will come to this house no tarantula. "
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