Third floor common room [Sunday afternoon]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

It had taken most of yesterday for it to sink in that Cade had no real supervision. He had spent most of the morning jumping on his bed until he'd catapaulted off if it and landed in his closet (...he'd pretend he meant to do that...), and was now looking for something to eat in the common room.

He levitated a box of cereal from the cabinet and sat down on the sofa, eating it by the handful.

Life was astral when you were three.

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[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade shook his head, then made a face. "He likes oatmeal. Ewwwww."

[flickofthewrist]

"Food's food, kid," Flick pointed out. "You might not wanna be so picky."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"But oatmeal's not food," Cade said. "It's glue inna bowl."

[flickofthewrist]

"Have you ever actually eaten glue in a bowl to know if that's true?" Flick asked.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Not in a bowl," Cade admitted. "Out of the jar."

Because of course Cade ate paste.

[flickofthewrist]

"You would be a paste eater," Flick said, shaking his head. "Oatmeal's cheap and it gives you what you need. Don't knock it because it's not pancakes."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"Maybe Daddy makes it bad," Cade offered after a moment's reflection.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick nodded before conceding, "But pancakes are still definitely better than oatmeal. I'd go for pancakes too if I had a choice."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"So can you make some?" Cade asked, all big-eyed innocence.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick eyed him and shook his head. "Not from scratch but I'll see if there's anything premade and stick it in the oven for you. Good enough?"

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade beamed at him and nodded his head excitedly. "I'll look for syrup!"

That can only end in sticky badness.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yeah, you do that," Flick said, heading to the freezer to rifle through the things in there in the hopes of finding some pancakes. There were some in the back so Cade was luck.

Flick dropped a few on a pan and then stuck it in the oven to let it cook.

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade, after a few tugs to get the door open, had carefully set everything within a three year old's arm reach onto the floor.

There was a lot of old Chinese food in this fridge.

[flickofthewrist]

"When you're older, you owe me a favor," Flick said, waiting patiently while the pancakes heated. "Remember that."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

"There's no syrup!" Cade exclaimed in frustration. "Just jam!"

[flickofthewrist]

"You'll deal," Flick said, shaking his head. "I'm not getting you any syrup."

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade pitched himself onto the floor in a kicking, screaming tantrum.

[flickofthewrist]

Yeah, Flick wasn't dealing with this. He waited till the pancakes were done, grabbed them out of the oven and stuck them on the counter.

"Your pancakes are done kid," he said, heading for the door. "Enjoy your tantrum."

And then he was gone because he was not dealing with that tantrum.