Snippets And Conversations

You gotta do the cooking by the book

They bake a cake and Wednesday gets tired

"Baby, you're a mess." Weems smiled fondly.

Wednesday sneezed and giggled, "I'm a ghost!"

She reached her hands out towards her mother, only for Larissa to grab her wrists. "Uh oh, let's wash those hands."

"But I'll come back to life!" Wednesday whined, "I wanna be dead!"

Pausing for a moment, the older woman said "Thank god I know what you mean in this situation"

The little girl furrowed her eyebrows, muttering under her breath. "I know what I said."

Her mother gave her a worried look. "Don't talk like that, baby. Please."

Rolling her eyes, Wednesday decided to ignore Larissa and change the conversation topic. "Cake now?"

"It's not even been in the oven yet! Besides, you need to wash your hands first."

The younger girl sighed dramatically, shuffling over to the sink and climbing onto her step stool. She turned on the tap and rinsed away her ghostly disguise.

"You wanna see me alive, don't you?"

Wednesday grumbled, avoiding eye contact as she wiped her hands dry. Weems smiled happily.

"Indeed I do!"

She came over to her little, placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

"I quite like seeing you alive."

Hopping down from the stool, Wednesday skipped over to the counter.

"Can we put the cake in the oven now?"

Larissa checked the oven temperature. "We sure can." Grabbing the pan with two hands, she had Wednesday carefully open the oven. "Be careful, it's veryyyyy hot."

She slid the tray into the oven, letting her daughter close the door. The little stared at the oven for a moment before glancing up at Larissa. "What now?"

"Now, we cuddle." Weems booped the goth's nose and picked her up. Wednesday giggled, kicking her legs in the air as her mother twirled her around.

"Cuddle?" She echoed, eyes wide and a cheeky grin on her face.

"That's correct, my smart girl!" Weems rubbed their noses together as she brought her to the couch. "Do you wanna watch TV while we wait?"

"TV!" Wednesday cheered, clapping her hands in delight. Larissa sat down on the couch, letting her little get comfy and snuggle up to her. "Ok sweetie, what do you want to watch?"

"Cocomelon!" She giggled. Recently, she had been to a playdate at Enid's house and stumbled across the channel playing the show. Larissa herself didn't mind it but the animation was something of a nightmare.

"Really? I mean, if you want, I guess." Weems shrugged, putting on a random video. She couldn't understand why Wednesday enjoyed the bright colours and happy themes, but who was she to judge? Glancing down at the little, she saw that Wednesday was hypnotised by the dancing babies on screen, thumb propped firmly between her lips.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Wednesday?" Larissa asked as she noticed the drool falling onto her jumper. She fell into a smaller headspace, she could only assume this was her one year old. The smaller girl nodded numbly, not one for words when this small.

"Here sweetie, why don't you lay down?" Cradling Wednesday in her arms, Larissa brushed the littles fringe out of her eyes. "We need to take you for a haircut, little miss."