‘Don’t. You. Dare.’
Shoulders squared off, he glanced left.
He sniffed the air as eyes flicked towards the opposite direction.
‘I know what you’re doing. So forget it.’
Eyeballs glazed over, chin raised, and his tongue did a slow slide across his bottom lip.
The waiting game had begun.
‘I said no, okay?’
His head cocked a slight nod, maybe.
‘Okay,’ satisfied she turned away.
Mere milliseconds ticked by.
With breath held, his brow crinkled, and he pushed his nappy-padded posterior off the wall. Two unsteady steps forward and his pudgy palms pressed against the door – to freedom.