The End

"Dad, I'm only going to ask you one more time," he said, climbing out of the bathtub.  There was a definite hint of annoyance.

I silently wondered what had happened to the first time he asked.

"What is the end?" he stated, fixing me with a stern gaze.

The end?  Of time, of days, of my patience?  What?  My blank look spurred him on.

"The last number," he said.

Oh, the end.  No idea.  He was decidedly displeased when I told him that numbers never end and went to ask his mother.

- 21 December 2014