The Boy Never Listens

She lay her head on his shoulder as he carried her back to the house. She wondered where they were going. The kitchen, probably. She had eaten more in the last 24 hours than she normally ate in a week. She wasn't really hungry now, but had a feeling that they were going to the kitchen anyway. As they past the fountain, she wiggled in his arms. She grinned up at him. "I can walk, you know. If you insist on fattening me up, then I insist on being able to walk there myself." He laughed, but didn't put her down, continuing up to the house and into the kitchen where lunch was waiting.