“Dad, look what you did,” Jonathan said. “You’ve ruined everything. Mom would never have let this happen.”
“Well, your mom left us when she ran off with her boss,” Andy said. “So it’s just you and me kid. I can fix this.”
“How can you fix this, Dad?” Jonathan asked. “These were for my class at school. You ruined everything!”
“I will slather them with a thick coat of icing,” Andy said. “They’ll look delicious.”
“Dad, they’re burnt cupcakes!” Jonathan whined. “This is a disaster.”
“It’s okay, Jonathan,” Andy said. “I’ll drive you to school tomorrow and on the way we’ll stop at the bakery in town and I’ll pick up a dozen of their freshly baked cupcakes. Problem solved. Done and done.”
“Fine,” Jonathan said. Then he started to cry. “Why did she go away, Dad? Was it my fault?”
“No, Jonathan,” Andy said, hugging his son. “It had nothing to do with you. I promise you, the two of us are going to be okay. Your mother leaving us is not a fate worse than death. We’re going to get through this together.”
Jonathan smiled up at his father. “Based upon what you did to these cupcakes, Dad, we’re not off to a great start,” he said.
Written for the JSW (Just Start Writing) prompt from Athling2001 at A Writer’s Life. This week’s challenge is a dialogue prompt using the two phrases highlighted above in red. Photo credit: Micheal Axelsen at Flickr.com.