A/N: Hi guys! I know - I am on a roll! Three updates in a week! Between my papers and stories, my poor keyboard is being abused big time!🤣
I have this strange relation with work overload. I happen to get more stuff written. Writing are my breaks in between all the crazy that is real life!😆
I have been writing like crazy for my projects and this little piece wormed its way into my head!😉
Setting the channel on Dora the explorer, Asad sat on the couch with Mehtab on his lap. He gave his son his sippy cup and made both of them comfortable on the couch.
"You need to learn how to sleep later into the morning, Buddy. Abbu needs his sleep on the weekends." Asad mumbled as he scrubbed his hand on his tired eyes. The eighteen months old toddler gave his father a drooling smile and sagged against his chest, getting engrossed in the cartoons.
Asad reclined on the couch, groaned and closed his sleepy eyes.
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"Mehtabiii! Taabi!" Mahek whispered as she neared the couch in the living room and found her father and little brother there. Their father was passed out while Mehtab was perched on his lap, watching the cartoons.
"Hi." Mehtab waved at his big sister and tired to get off his father's lap.
"Shhh," his sister placed her pointer finger against her lips and moved even closer to the couch to help her brother get off their Abbu without disturbing his sleep. "C'mon," she struggled to pick up her brother and help him to his feet; nearly dropping him in the process.
"Tay!" he said and nodded, placing a finger on his lips and imitating his sister and whispered, "shhh."
"You want food, Taabi? Tummy hungry?" she asked him as she took his pudgy hand in hers and took him over to the pantry next to the kitchen.
"Hungwy?" he said and bobbed his head in affirmative. "O's?" he asked his sister for his favorite snack.
Mahek led him over to the cereal cabinet and tried to open the door. Cheerios were kept on the top shelf. She dragged a footstool and moved it closer to the cabinet and crawled up on it. She still could not reach the shelf and then she rose on her tippy toes and stretched her arms and extended her body to reach the box of goodies. Finally her fingers touched the cereal box. She dragged the tips of her fingers along the cheerios box and tried to drag it closer to the edge of the shelf.
Grunting and groaning, as she pushed with all her might, Mahek struggled to get the box down.
"O's, Mek! O's!" Mehtab jumped as soon as his eyes fell on what his sister was trying to get down.
"I am trying, Taabi! Keep quiet." She mumbled back to her jumping jack of a brother. She looked around the pantry to find something useful but came up with nothing. Biting her lip, she contemplated her next move. She took a deep breath and jumped while standing on the stool. Her hand smacked against the box and the box fell down the shelf. The stool wobbled when she landed back but otherwise, the action remained injury free.
"OOO'S!" Mehtab yelled as the box fell on the ground with a muted thud sound.
"Shhh, Mehtab! Don't shout, okay? You'll wake up Abbu!" Mahek gave him a dirty look before carefully getting off the stool. As she got off the stool, her elbow knocked off the bag of sugar lying on the second shelf, causing it to tip over and fall on the ground as well. The paper bag tore as it fell down and the pantry floor was covered with white grains all over.
"Uh oh!" Mehtab's eyes widened as he took in the spilled sugar.
Mahek groaned as she saw the mess in the room and fell down right in the middle of the sugar puddle as she came down from the stool.
The forgotten box of cereal finally grabbed Mehtab's attention. He toddled over to the box and plopped down on the floor next to box. Ramming his hand into the scattered bits of the cereal, he picked up a few and shoved them into his mouth. He looked at his sister who was now shaking off sugar from her body.
"Otay, sissy?"
"I am fine!" she walked over to the next cupboard and finally got for what she had ventured in the pantry. Grabbing the chocolate pudding, she got two spoons and walked back over to where her little brother was busy gobbling up his precious O's.
Mehtab bent down and picked up a piece of the cereal that was covered with sugar and stuck it into his mouth. Smiling widely at the sweetness of the combination, he grabbed more cereal, smeared the oats into the sugar on the floor and then stuck them into his mouth. As he chewed his snack, his little face scrunched up at the sticky feeling on his hands from the wet sugar and that was now drying. He licked his hands, trying to clean himself and then started eating the cereal again.
Mahek sat next to him and showed him what she had scrounged up. Mehtab's eyes lit up as he saw the pudding cup in his sister's hands.
"Chalky?" he reached over to grab the cup out of Mahek's hands but she pulled it out of his reach. He whined at the denial and crawled near Mahek. She made him sit back down and handed him his plastic spoon and then kept the cup in the middle. As Mahek pulled at the foil on the cup, the seal broke and the pudding squirted out, some of it hitting Mehtab on his face.
"Ew," he squealed and swatted at his already sticky face with his more sticky hands, causing the pudding to smear across his face and hands.
Mahek stopped his wandering hands and said, "Don't make a mess! Stop it."
"Tay" he nodded at her and dug his spoon into the cup and retrieved a generous amount of chocolate. He dragged the spoon to his mouth and in the process a huge blob of chocolate fell on the floor. Without a care in the world, the two of them sat there and continued eating all too unhealthy snacks.
In between spoonfuls of pudding, Mehtab would gather some O's in his hand and shove them in his mouth. Noticing the cheerios on the floor close to the fallen chocolate, Mehtab dug the oats into the sugar as well as the chocolate and the hummed at the too sweet mixture that it made. "Gooo!" he cooed at the mixture and nodded to himself.
Looking at Mehtab, Mahek also tentatively dipped a piece of cheerio in the pudding and tried it. It was good!
Mehtab reached over and dragged more cereal bits near to him and that made him put his footie pajamas right in the chocolate mess.
"Uh oh, uh oh!" Mehtab chanted and giggled at the gooey mess that was now his clothes.
As their spoons scraped the last of the pudding cup, they head their Abbu calling out for Mehtab. Mehtab giggled a little at his father calling for him.
"Ya Allah!" they could hear their father mumble from the living room. "Mehtab, buddy, where are you?"
Mahek froze at the sound and looked at his brother who was now licking his hands and the messy pantry and then she looked towards the closed door of where they were.
"Hey, bud!" Asad sang, his voice lacing with panic, "Tell Abbu where you are, sweet boy!"
Squealing louder at his dad's voice, Mehtab giggled and clumsily got off the floor. Kicking the pudding cup aside, he walked right into all the mess and towards the door. Just as he was near the door, Asad opened the door and looked at the sight of his children, stunned.
"Abbu!" Mehtab jumped around, waving his tiny arms in the air and letting his father know how happy he was and he ran, clinging his messy self to Asad's legs.
"Mahek Khan!" Asad looked at his eldest with stern eyes and crossed his arms across his chest; his OCD tendencies tingling to clean up the mess and at Mehtab's sticky hands clutching him. "Explain. Now."
Mahek' gulped and looked at her father guiltily and looked at the mess of their "breakfast" and wondered how to explain it to her father.
"Abbu -" just as she opened her mouth they heard another voice.
"Babe! Why didn't you wake me up? Its' almost time for breakfast!" Zoya's voice rang from outside the door as she entered the kitchen and made her way towards the pantry to get stuff together.
"AMMI!" Mehtab squealed and yelled at his mother and maneuvered himself around Asad and ran towards Zoya. The messy parts of his footie pajamas dragged the mess outside the pantry as he threw himself at his mother.
"Hi, my little baby boyyy...WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED IN HERE?" Zoya's eyes bulged out as she looked at her husband and kids.
Asad pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as he looked at his wife, "What do you think happened? YOUR KIDS decided to make their own breakfast!"
A/N: TA-DA!
I am sure many of you can relate to the story - some can relate to the kids' experience and some to Asad-Zoya's responses!😉😉
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Much love,
Simi
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