“Joy…” Dragon Father was on his knees, trying to talk to 2-year-old Dragon Little at her own eye level. “It is time to take a shower.”
Dragon Little dropped to the floor and lay on Bonny’s Revenge’s deck on her stomach, hands and arms spread.
“I know I’m not too great about consistency. I know sometimes I forget. But you haven’t showered in two days. Your body is going to itch. Some places will start to hurt. And you’re filthy. You have to take a shower.”
“I don’t have to take a shower! You have to take a shower!”
“I do take a shower. Every day. Come on, now.” He stood up, looking for something. “Where’s the damn… Oh! There it is!” A shower head appeared in his hands, with a short hose that was not connected to anything. It was just hanging in the air. Beside his feet were soap and shampoo bottles.
Even though many things remained behind when he disappeared into his waking world, the shower and the soaps all vanished when he did not need them.
“You need a shower!” his two-year-old shouted, not moving from her position.
“Joy, remember how every time you don’t want to shower, but once it starts, you don’t want to stop?”
“You need a shower!”
“Come on. Take off your clothes…”
“No!”
Dragon Father sighed. “Who do you want to fight today? Let me know who you want to fight and we’ll go fight them!”
Dragon Little looked up. “Master Mind?”
Dragon Father nodded. “Master Mind it is. He’s probably up to no good. We’ll stop him! Now take off your clothes.”
Dragon Little leapt into action and started taking off her clothes.
—Told by The Red Dragon
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