Something at the Window

Burrito went over to the kitchen window, pushed it open and leaned out.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” asked his 6-year-old daughter Nutella.

“Just looking out the window, sweetie,” he replied. “Don’t worry about it. Just go watch ‘Dora the Exploder’ or whatever.”

“It’s ‘Dora the Explorer,’ Daddy!” she yelled in mock indignation.

“‘Doder the Exploder?’” he asked, still looking out the window.

“Oh, Daddy! You’re so silly!” Nutella came over to the window. “What are you looking for?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. Nothing at all.”

“Then why are you at the window?”

“No reason at all.”

“Lasagna!” she yelled to her 13-year-old sister. “Daddy’s looking out the window! Come see!”

Lasagna wandered into the kitchen. “So?” she said.

“Don’t you wanna know what he’s looking for?” Nutella said.

“I guess. I’m bored anyway,” Lasagna replied. “Did you see a rabbit or something, Dad?”

“No, there’s no rabbit,” he said. “I just have a feeling something’s about to happen outside this window.”

“You are so weird,” Lasagna said as she sauntered back out of the kitchen.

“Weird like a fox!” Burrito replied.

“Is there a fox?” Nutella asked.

“No, there’s no fox either,” Burrito said. “Saying such-and-such like a fox is a way of defending yourself when someone insults you.”

“Oh. So when someone at school says I’m silly, I can say, ‘Silly like a fox?’”

“Yeah, but first-graders might not get it. Save it for grownups.”

Just then, Burrito reached his hand out the window. “Here it comes!” he cried.

“What is it, Daddy?” Nutella asked.

“I got it!” he said. “It’s a shaved ice! Cherry, I think!”

Burrito reached his hand back inside, and sure enough, he was holding a red shaved ice in a paper cone.

“Where did that come from, Daddy?” Nutella asked.

“No idea, sweetie. Something just told me to reach out the window just then. Do you want it?”

“How do you know it’s not poison?”

“Good call,” he said. “I’d better eat this one and make sure. If I don’t die, the next one’s yours.”