-This lollipop tastes funny.
That’s nice dear. What lollipop?
But I didn’t give you a…
-I found it.
Where is here?
-If you look at me, you’d see.
You got it from the floor?
-I was hungry.
If you’re hungry, then you ask mummy or daddy for something.
-I did. But then I found a lollipop.
I don’t think you did.
-But it’s on a stick?
It is. But I don’t think it’s a lollipop, Sweetie.
-What is it then?
That’s a good question. Could you give it to mummy?
-No. It’s my lollipop.
This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Often with over 100 people taking part.