It had been a long, tiring day and Madison decided to treat herself to a glass of Pinot Noir before preparing dinner for herself and her six-year-old daughter, Natalie, who was in her room working on an art project for school.
Madison had just sat down on the sofa with her glass of wine when she heard Natalie scream. Madison ran to Natalie’s room to find her daughter hysterically crying. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Madison asked.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Natalie pointed at her art project on the floor and said, “Mister Whiskers just pooped on my art project.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Jennifer Pendergast