Snippets And Conversations

Mine.

"Mama!" Wednesday tried again, this time standing up to try and reach the plastic. "Please?"

"No, this is mine. You can have yours after breakfast." Larissa said again as she skillfully grabbed the can from Wednesday's loose grip. "Now, sit down on the toilet or I'll have to put you in your playpen while I get ready. And I'm sure neither of us want that."

Wednesday's eyes narrowed but she sat back down, fiddling with her hair. Nodding, Larissa moved everything in reach of her daughter to the otherside of the sink.

After a few minutes she was ready and lifted Wednesday onto her hip.

"Alright, let's pick out our outfits hm?" Larissa rhetorically asked the sulky little, "Do you want help with yours?" She already knew the answer but wanted to get Wednesday's input.

"Mm- no!"

"Don't start with me, young lady. You were in such a good mood a bit ago." Larissa mumbled as she walked into her large closet. "What happened?"

Pouting up at her mother, she jutted out her bottom lip impossibly further.

"My toothbrush."

Her caregiver rolled her eyes. She picked out a simple knitted white dress for herself and a pair of black dungarees with a white t-shirt for Wednesday. The little reached for one of Larissa's dresses with a half-hearted mine, but the shapeshifter managed to pull her out of reach.

"I hope you're going to be a good girl once Enid and Marilyn get here."

Weems thought out loud as she dressed herself, Wednesday splayed out on her back like a starfish on the bed. The little rolled onto her stomach, pulling a pillow over her head. She squealed loudly when Larissa pulled her out by her ankles, kicking her feet as much as she could.

"No Mama!" She laughed as Weems wrestled the t-shirt over her head. "My pillow!"

"Our pillow, sweetie. Technically Mama's pillow, but I'm willing to share. You know what sharing means?"

She struggled to get Wednesday's legs into the dungarees, and once she finally managed the little one refused to let her do up more than one of the buckles. Sighing, the shapeshifter reminded herself that it was trendy and let it go.

"You can't take this to breakf-"

"Mine." Wednesday said as if it was the end of an argument and she was the correct person. "I take."

Weems decided it was no worse than a stuffed animal, just a little bulker than she would like to deal with. Picking her up, Wednesday did a silent victory cheer to herself as they went to the couch in the living room.

"Mama is gonna feed you first before I make something for me." Larissa explained when Wednesday pointed out the kitchen. "You need to eat, I can hear your tummy talking."

"It does not." Wednesday protested but clung to the pillow in her arms.

"Oh yes it does. It's saying "Feed me, Mama." Over and over." Larissa ticked her lightly, making Wednesday place the pillow on her stomach as a shield. "Oh no! The natural defense of the tickle monster, there's no way she can break through now."

Wednesday giggled, taking her freer hand to tug at Larissa's top. "You're silly, Mama."

"And you're hungry. C'mon lets get you fed before they show up."

Wednesday nodded as she tried to lean forward to get a good latch but was too far away. She tried again but was still unsuccessful. "Huh?"

Larissa chuckled before grabbing the pillow that was between the two. Wednesday's eyes widened before she gripped it herself.