helping daddy

Sage, sweetie that she is, agreed to help her Daddy clean up his new office. So she strolled down two blocks with her nannies and critically eyed the dirty walls.

"Dad?" she asked her father. Dean nodded and pointed to the cleaning stuff. Sage selected a sponge, dunked it into soapy water and proceeded to slosh the door down.

"No, no, honey," her father said. "First you've got to squeeze the sponge, like this, so there's no extra water."

"Squeeze, Daddy?" Sage asked, frowning.

"Yup," Dean replied, demonstrating again.

"Yes," said Sage, squeezing her own sponge as hard as she could before sloshing the door down anyway. After a single stroke, she came back and dunked the sponged in the water, again and again.

When she tired, she asked if she could draw, requesting for some paper. Dean gave her some and she created avant garde figures (later explaining patiently that the figures were her mother, her father and herself).

When lunch time came, all the hard workers took a break to eat, Sage among them. She insisted on sitting next to her father, happily picking it her barbeque and adobong manok and sharing her father's Coke.

"Dad, I'm tired," she said later, collapsing on the couch and in moments was asleep.