Dream ◆ 09 ◆ Father's Day
Trucy peeked her little head around the door frame, a large snore emitting from the figure splayed out on the bed. The little girl giggled and closed the door as silently as she could before making her way to the kitchen.
Normally, Trucy wasn't allowed to use the stove, and she was sure that her Daddy would protest if he saw her trying to use it, but Trucy considered herself a very mature little girl. She always went to bed on time (well most of the time) and she always practiced her magic like clock work! Those had to count for something, or at least in her eyes they did. Still, regardless of Phoenix's opinon, Trucy was sure that her Daddy wouldn't mind if she used the stove to make his super magical Father's Day breakfast. And with that in mind, Trucy opened the fridge to find it was very pitifully stocked.
Frowning, she looked at the lone carton of eggs and scattered fruit and vegetables and the carton of milk. Well. She could always make eggs and serve it with an apple and a glass of milk. To her, that sounded like a feast and it would be sure to be even better if she presented it properly. Grabbing a footstool and the carton of eggs, Trucy climbed up onto it so she was level with the stove. With a bit of banging and clashing, the little girl managed to find a frying pan which she proudly placed onto the stove element.
Now even though Phoenix wasn't the most amazing chef, Trucy had seen enough cooking shows in passing on the TV to know that you had to smash the eggs against the side of the pan to cook them. She giggled to herself - if cooking was that easy she would become a pro in no time! Taking an egg gingerly out of its little carton, Trucy smashed it against the frying pan only to have the yoke drip down her arm and onto the floor. The magician stared at the mess on the floor for a moment before shrugging. Oops. Well, Daddy always did tell her not to cry over spilt milk; that had to count to eggs too, right? So after dropping what was left of the egg onto the counter, she grabbed another one ready to try again...only to have the same result.
While this usually made most little girls stop whatever they were doing, Trucy was determined to make her Daddy a very magical Father's Day breakfast. And so she continued on...until her little hand was grabbing at air. "Well this isn't good," Trucy said to herself pouting at the empty egg carton. Just as she was about to trod to the fridge to check if maybe there was another egg carton she had overlooked, she stopped, seeing Phoenix looking bewildered as ever at the scene before him. Grinning, Trucy threw her arms up, hopping off the stool and running over to him, trodding on the egg yoke as she did.
"Daddy!! Happy Father's Day! I was trying to make you a Father's Day breakfast, but we ran out of eggs!" The man started at her and then back at the huge mess before looking back at Trucy who was grinning as if nothing were wrong. "Do we have anymore in the fridge?" Opening his mouth a few times without anything to say he finally let out a little laugh and ruffled Trucy's hair.
"We'll go look for some after we clean you up, alright?" Trucy grinned and nodded throwing her arms around her Daddy's legs.
"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!"
I never said I was good at cooking, ya know.
Normally, Trucy wasn't allowed to use the stove, and she was sure that her Daddy would protest if he saw her trying to use it, but Trucy considered herself a very mature little girl. She always went to bed on time (well most of the time) and she always practiced her magic like clock work! Those had to count for something, or at least in her eyes they did. Still, regardless of Phoenix's opinon, Trucy was sure that her Daddy wouldn't mind if she used the stove to make his super magical Father's Day breakfast. And with that in mind, Trucy opened the fridge to find it was very pitifully stocked.
Frowning, she looked at the lone carton of eggs and scattered fruit and vegetables and the carton of milk. Well. She could always make eggs and serve it with an apple and a glass of milk. To her, that sounded like a feast and it would be sure to be even better if she presented it properly. Grabbing a footstool and the carton of eggs, Trucy climbed up onto it so she was level with the stove. With a bit of banging and clashing, the little girl managed to find a frying pan which she proudly placed onto the stove element.
Now even though Phoenix wasn't the most amazing chef, Trucy had seen enough cooking shows in passing on the TV to know that you had to smash the eggs against the side of the pan to cook them. She giggled to herself - if cooking was that easy she would become a pro in no time! Taking an egg gingerly out of its little carton, Trucy smashed it against the frying pan only to have the yoke drip down her arm and onto the floor. The magician stared at the mess on the floor for a moment before shrugging. Oops. Well, Daddy always did tell her not to cry over spilt milk; that had to count to eggs too, right? So after dropping what was left of the egg onto the counter, she grabbed another one ready to try again...only to have the same result.
While this usually made most little girls stop whatever they were doing, Trucy was determined to make her Daddy a very magical Father's Day breakfast. And so she continued on...until her little hand was grabbing at air. "Well this isn't good," Trucy said to herself pouting at the empty egg carton. Just as she was about to trod to the fridge to check if maybe there was another egg carton she had overlooked, she stopped, seeing Phoenix looking bewildered as ever at the scene before him. Grinning, Trucy threw her arms up, hopping off the stool and running over to him, trodding on the egg yoke as she did.
"Daddy!! Happy Father's Day! I was trying to make you a Father's Day breakfast, but we ran out of eggs!" The man started at her and then back at the huge mess before looking back at Trucy who was grinning as if nothing were wrong. "Do we have anymore in the fridge?" Opening his mouth a few times without anything to say he finally let out a little laugh and ruffled Trucy's hair.
"We'll go look for some after we clean you up, alright?" Trucy grinned and nodded throwing her arms around her Daddy's legs.
"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!"
I never said I was good at cooking, ya know.