"I'm proud of you papa."

Abuelo's house

"How did you manage to get pancake batter in your hair?" Wilbur said peering at Tallulah's thick, curly fringe. Tallulah shrugged and picked up a poppy from the field they were walking past. "I brushed your hair it wasn't even in it then!" Wilbur wondered aloud, his daughter had a knack for being messy. "Don't worry about that now Papa." Tallulah handed him the poppy she picked and used her other hand to squeeze her fathers. Wherever they went Tallulah always held Will's hand. She liked to give it a squeeze every once and a while. Just to let Papa know she loved him. "Ya casi estamos en casa del abuelo." Tallulah said excitedly, pointing down the road. Hopping up and down. Wilbur beamed at her. Tallulah could tell what all her Papa's smiles ment. One was *I love you,* * I Appreciate you.* * I'm tired but I don't want to disappoint you so I'm smiling,* * I'm sad and need a hug,* and his SSS. Which Tallulah labeled as his Special Spanish Smile. The way he smiled whenever she used Spanish and was proud of her. "Si Mi Amapola. Bien hecho."
Wilbur smiled squeezing her hand. "Gracias Papa. Now come on!" Tallulah said happily as her Grandpa's house came into a better view. She dragged her father down the road, as they both laughed. "Grandpa!" Tallulah yelled with joy as her Grandfather stepped out into the front garden to water the plants. Phil waved back as Tallulah threw herself into his arms and he spun her around. "Hey Tallulah!" He smiled as she squealed with happiness. Wilbur pulled out his camera when they weren't looking and took a photo. It was beautiful. Tallulah and Phil beaming at one another, laughing and spinning. Wilbur decided to frame it. He has many photos of him and Tallulah at their house. Most of them were ones Phil had taken when they weren't looking. Him pointing out clouds to Tallulah. Her laughing on his shoulder, drawing with her. Wilbur brushing her hair, as her beanie fell over her eyes. He treasured these photos and had them everywhere. "Wanna come inside? I think Chayanne will be very pleased to see you." Phil said, clapping Wilbur on the shoulder slapping him out of his thoughts. Will nodded as Phil balanced Tallulah on his hip and carried her inside.

"Chayanne's upstairs." Phil said, letting Tallulah down slowly. "Bien!" She said speeding upstairs. Phil turned around to see Wilbur placing two cups off tea on the table. "Thanks mate." Phil sighed sitting down. "No problem." Wilbur sat down. "I had to do something since your so tired from the old age. Your hip is probably bothering you isn't it?" Will teased as Phil smiled, and shook his head. "You are something Wilbur Soot, really something." He smiled sipping his tea. "Well I'd hope I'd be your son. Am I adopted?" He asked, making Phil snort some Tea, laughing. "You did Tommy dirty there." He snorted as Tallulah came back downstairs. "I can't go into Chayanne's room." "Huh?" "I think he locked his door. I called through the door but it didn't work." "Oh my goodness, his room is soundproof. I told him to stop locking the door! Come on Tallulah, You might be able to wake him." Phil mumbled heading upstairs, Tallulah at his heels. Leaving Wilbur laughing to himself. Wilbur laughed even more when he heard the yells that followed. "CHAYANNE! CHAYANNE WAKE UP! CHAYANNE! "WAAAAAAAAAAKE UP! CHAYANNE!! His room is sound proof could you try yelling?" He heard Phil asking Tallulah. There was silence until, soft music notes drifted down the stairs. "Yeah! That might work!" Phil laughed as Tallulah blew into her flute. "Creeper...aww man!" Wilbur snorted as he heard Phil, and Tallulah dancing. "Were down in the mine! Got our pickaxe swinging side to side! Side, side to side! CHAYANNE WAKE UP!" Wilbur burst out giggling as rattling came from upstairs. He heard Chayanne's door open and Phil shouting. "WAKE UP ITS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING. THE SUNS SHINING BLA BLA BLA BLA!" He heard the door close as Phil and Tullulah walked back downstairs and Phil said. "I yelled in his ear it didn't work."