The Little Things

🌹Six🌹

     Francis' nose scrunched up as he poked the sandwich, unsure of what it was. He sat at the kitchen table, on a chair, which he got onto with help from Arthur.

     "You're supposed to eat it," Arthur pointed out.

     Francis huffed and turned his face away from the sandwich. "No."

     Arthur narrowed his eyes at him. "Francis...."

     "No!"

     "You need to eat something...."

     "No!"

     "Eat it."

     "No!"

     Arthur stood up. "Don't make me force it down your throat!"

     "No!"

     Arthur sighed in annoyance and picked up the plate with the sandwich. He walked into the living room and set the plate down on the coffee table. "Come here, Francis."

     "No!"

     Arthur walked into the kitchen, grumbling angrily under his breath. He picked up Francis, who immediately started kicking and screaming, and set him down on the couch in the living room. "I'll give you one more chance to eat this stupid sandwich!"

     "No!"

     "Alright! You asked for it!" Arthur marched off into the kitchen and returned, carrying something. He sat down next to Francis and started opening the container.

     Francis crossed his arms and pouted.

     Arthur scooped out on a spoon, what Francis now realized, was applesauce and held it up. "Airplane?"

     The Frenchman's bright blue eyes suddenly lit up.

     Arthur sighed. "You have got to be kidding me...."