On his way back to the dining room he winked at Leah as they passed.
Leah turned to watch.
Daddy tiptoed behind David's high chair. David, finished with his
eating, busily rolled leftover peas round and round his food dish.
Without warning, Daddy quickly reached around and with the damp
cloth wiped breadcrumbs, mashed peas and potatoes, and smears of
chocolate pudding from David's face and from behind his ears.
David howled and twisted away, but Daddy was ready for him. A
moment later, his face and hands cleared of food-well, as much as could
be expected with only a damp cloth-Daddy hoisted David from his chair
and lowered him to the floor.
Looking back over his shoulder as he scampered on hands and knees
into the living room, David tangled with a fire engine. He rolled over on
his back, looked up at Daddy, and laughed. The laugh stopped Daddy
from rushing forward; the tangle had not been hurtful.
Daddy stooped and pushed the fire engine toward David, then joined
him on the floor. They put their heads together, and as their hands
touched and explored the fire engine they explained to each other how
the different parts worked.
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