"Papa! There's a big bad wolf in the living room!" Olivia yelled, and though her scream was ear-piercing, it didn't look like she was scared.
Just look at those sparkling eyes.
It was as if she was excited and amused, and at the same time, cautious. It was something she was seeing for the first time in her life.
And probably something kids her age have never seen before, not even the adults.
But... Where did it come from? She only closed her eyes for a short while and her daddy... She paused and then gasped.
"Where's Daddy?" She asked, looking around and then back at her Papa."Did the big bad wolf swallow Daddy?"
"Um, no but..." A sweat rolled down Michael's face as he looked a little anxious.
How to explain why she was so excited like this?
Her nose suddenly twitched a bit and she pointed at the wolf.
"Papa, I can smell Daddy coming from the wolf. It ate Daddy, I'm sure of it." She yelled and Michael brushed his face with his palm.
