Gerard sat in the kitchen taking a sip from his coffee, when suddenly his little daughter jumped on his back and put her arms around his neck.
“Daddy? Can I have a parrot?” she asked, hugging his back tight.
“We have talked about this before, honey. I don’t think it is a great idea. Remember what happened to your cat?”
She jumped off him and sat on the table, giving him one of her puppy dog eyes look.
“Aw, daddy! That wasn’t your fault! It was mine fault, really!”
He stared at her, shaking his head.
“We both know that that is a lie.” He mumbled and scratched his nose. Vanessa frowned, and put her small hands on the sides of his face.
“Please daddy. I really want one, and I can keep it in my room. Until you get used to it.” She pleaded.
“Okay, fine. But you have to keep it in your room, okay? I don’t want any blood get spilled again.” He sighed and had to smile when he saw her whole