Toddlers

Little Boys (Ch. 4)

Paul ran over to John.

He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled "Come down here!"

"Where's Linda?" John yelled back down at him.

"She 'ad to leave! Now get down here!"

John grinned widely.

"But 'm king of the woooorld!" John screamed loud.

Paul laughed.

"Get down!"

John, now cheery-faced, climbed down to Paul.

"What's that on yer chin?" Paul leaned forward and took a look at the yellow stuff on John's chin.

"Oh, uh, flower"

"Flower?" Paul wiped it off with his thumb, almost like a mother would to a young child.

"Yeah, yeah"

"Grotty" Paul giggled, wiping his thumb on his own shorts.

"Oh! C'mere Paulie" John took hold of Paul's hand and dragged him off the playground to the grass, sitting down under a large tree.

"What?" Paul asked, plopping down next to him.

John felt around the grass with his hands, and plucked a dandelion off the ground.

"If it rubs off on yer chin, it means yer in love"

John handed the flower to Paul, smiling hopefully.

"Er... love?" Paul asked, even more confused.

"Yeah! That girl told me"

"Wait so...yer in love?" Paul easily put two and two together.

"I guess" John shrugged.

"Love?" Paul asked, cocking his head, almost squealing.

"Yeah! Rub it on yer chin, now"

Paul sniffed the flower a bit, scrunching his nose up, before tilting his head up and lightly rubbing it on his chin.

"Is it...?" He asked.

"Hmm" John squinted his eyes.

"You need glasses, Johnny" Paul grinned.

"Shut up"

"Well?"

"Er....I don't see any" John frowned.

"So...'m not in love?"

"I guess not" John couldn't hide his disappointment.

Paul looked at the flower still in his hand.

"Who 're you in love with?" He asked John, not looking at him.

"I dunno.."

"This is so weird.." Paul said, laying on his back and put his hands under his head, gazing off at the leaves above that were nearly waving at him.

"I don't understand it.." John said, looking at Paul's cherubic face.

It was almost as if every time he blinked, his eyelashes fluttered like the gentle wings of a butterfly. Was it possible for a bloke to have such long eyelashes??

"John! Paul!"

A voice took John by surprise.

He blinked and glanced up at a women walking over to them.

Mimi.

"Time to go, boys" She said, putting a book under her arm.

John sighed sadly.