Tips for Dealing With Children
4. Sometimes, You Just Have to Say No
“Where did you find that?” Thranduil asked, unable to keep the note of abhorrence from his voice.
“In the garden,” Legolas replied, oblivious to his father’s revulsion. He stroked the spider’s head. “It was crying -- I think it got lost from its family. Look, I fixed its leg.”
Thranduil dutifully looked, though what he really wanted to do was run it through with a sword. Sure enough, Legolas had attached an clumsy yet effective splint to the spider’s broken leg, and now he was whispering to it soothingly.
Despite himself, Thranduil was a bit impressed that the spider’s mewling cries subsided noticeably.
The boy turned hopeful eyes on his father. “Can I keep him, ada?” he asked.
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