"Sooo, what's on the agenda today my love?"
"More of the same I guess. Time for our sprout to grow and make her own club, and I've heard there are some new challenges out there to do. Something about eggs equals bunnies and some growfruit."
"Ok, enough with the challenges. Don't you have another milestone to max or something?"
"A gold medal dinner party, or something like that. I won't complete my Master's degree in culinary arts till I fulfill all the requirements. You know how much I hate parties, Don, yet I have the suspicion our home is soon going to be party central."
"That's what happens when you're the best chef in town, and the whole town is so aware of the pastries our family bakes. Don't worry, hon. I'll do the mixology honors, you cook, and it will be great."
Watcher be blessed, truer words were never spoken. Our party was a complete, gold medal success! Whoo hoo! Maybe it wasn't so bad. One of these days I just might have a HUGE party. Naaah. jk
"Hey, there Sugar Lumps! Slip me a slobber and hug yer ol' man."
"Daddy! You are so silly sometimes. Ok, hug time it is."
"I'm really glad that party thing is over. Bunch of old people and nothing much for a kid to do. Cake was good though. Everything Mom cooks is good."
"Now don't be rude. You will have to have your share of parties too you know. Your Mom really didn't want to do this but she handled it well so I'd better hear you telling her how great it was. Got that?"
"Yes, sir. Sorry. Didn't mean anything bad."
"That's better, honey. Look, you just keep on being sweet and caring, work hard at all you do, and you can reach the stars. The world is your oyster baby."
"Now, what say we go tackle that homework you've been putting off? You get that done to your best ability and then it's ok if you go play. Ok?"
"Ok, Daddy. *sighs* Even Math?"
"Especially Math! C'mon. I'll help with the hard ones."
"Errrr. What did you say that equation was?"
"No worries, Dad. I've got it. You can test my spelling words next, ok?"
*relieved* "Oh, sure. I'm real good at spelling!"
Of course, I was away at work when all of this was going down. I had tried to make a nice cake or two because it was time for Nancy and Geoffrey to age up. Unfortunately, work called in early and I barely made it there on time. Nance stepped in ready to bake up a storm but.......................
Poor gal. After all her hard work no birthday cake for her. I have to admit she took it all in stride though, and just planned on it being for Geof instead. Unfortunately.........................
Old age hit him in mid stride. So neither one of them got a birthday cake. They both had a good laugh over it though and decided one more cake for the bakery wasn't a bad thing.
As the day wore on, evening descended to find our little Sinead busy collecting frogs for the museum. Actually, what she really wanted was to find enough Easter Eggs to win that huge bunny.
I wasn't too happy with her being out that late at night but we live in a pretty safe neighborhood with hardly anyone else here in town. Plus she was really right close to home and her dad could keep an eye out.
Her best plans for a ton of eggs in one night fell apart though. Here was a great opportunity to accomplish another of her personal goals. Her very own club. She made contact with several of her friends and before you knew it they were all congregated together playing pirate, right in the park just to the right of our house. All my fears went away having her so close.
"Ahoy there!!! Kraken to the starboard bow!! Man the gunsails, hoist the jibs, gunners to your posts."
"Aaaah, who made you the boss? I wanna be captain this time. You'd better let me before I pop this pimply faced little girly snot in the kisser."
"Max! You behave or you're out of the club. Meanness is NOT allowed in our club!"
"All right, all right. Sissies."
"We have him in our sights Cap'n."
"Fire when ready! Steady as she goes!"
"We got him!!! Great job crew!........"
*sound from distance* Sinead........Sinead time to come home.
"Rats. Thanks you guys. We can gather again tomorrow ok? I gotta go."
I guess it wasn't too fair to her to call her away from her friends but we do have a retail store to run and a dynasty to win. Off we went to get the store set up for another business day. I didn't have to be back at work for another two days so we should be able to make some good progress with our goals.
"Whoa, Dude. I'm not your type."
"Sorry, Don. Just came down to work on baking. Didn't mean to poke you in the ribs that way. The only thing fresh down here is the pastry."
"S'alright Dude. Just keep those cupcakes coming and we'll be cool."
Meanwhile, two other members of the Landgraab family were proving they still had what it takes. Guess you're never too old for a little tickle and squeeze. We really should sell those tents!
Another fine day over, it was time to go home and rest up. Guarantee tomorrow will be a busy day.