Alex frowned noticeably.
Kyle ignored the frown.
He stood there nonchalantly, facing his son, who was staring at him in great displeasure.
With a slight smirk and a raise of an eyebrow, Kyle shrugged and pointed at the beam that was beside him on the grassy field. The beam was only two inches above the ground, and just wide enough for one to walk on in a single file.
"Nevermind," Kyle said, "I guess it is too hard for you to do."
"Daddy! Daddy! I wanna try!! Can I?" came the sweetest voice ever beside the frowning boy.
"Of course, my darling princess," Kyle gushed, picking her up immediately and swinging her around.
Rory giggled, putting her fair, plump little hands over her precious pink lips. Rory wasn't fat, but she had the normal baby 'fat' around her cheeks that Kyle loved to smoosh.
He stood with the beam inbetween his legs, facing the front and placed Rory on it while still holding her hands.
