Thank you Wendy ...again:D
Oh and I own nothing...nothing at all...ok, I do own stuff, just nothing Stargate related.
Jack knew that Sokar had to have invented the darn things; tights. Pepto-Bismol colored tights would be the death of him.
"Mommy usually balls them up and I stick my foot in." Emma said, calmly. Jack looked at her, and then at the tights. How were you supposed to get the foot in if they were all balled up? Raising an eyebrow then he 'balled up' the tights and looked at Emma for a 'good job, dad'. She giggled. "Not like that daddy." The 4-year old replied. Taking the tights from his hand, she showed him to the best of her ability how to bunch one of the legs up.
"Ah." Jack said, taking the dreaded tights back from her. Once he had bunched one leg up, the little girl stepped in. Next he bent over and bunched up the other leg while she put her arm on his shoulder for support. Once she saw he had completed it, she skillfully placed her other foot in.
"Good. Now what?" Jack asked, looking into the bag and pulling out a weird shirt with a skirt-correction: tutu-attached to it and two little pink shoes.
"Leotard." His preschooler answered like he should have known this. Should he really have known that? Looking the article of clothing over again, he opened the hole at the bottom and threw it over her head. Guiding her arms into the arm holes and pulling down over her belly.
"Shoes?" He asked.
"No."
"No?" He was surprised, quizzically looking at her again. Something seemed off.
"No daddy, we put those on at the studio." She answered simply. Just then the front door opened.
"Emma!" the voice called from the front hall, "Ready?".
"Cassie!" Emma screeched as she plucked her shoes from her dad's hands and ran down toward the door. Jack followed slowly, hanging the bag back on its hook in the girl's bedroom. Once in the hallway, he slowly walked to the front door where he heard Emma and Cassie talking.
"What did your daddy do?" Cassie asked, holding back a giggle.
"Daddy tried berry hard." Emma said in all seriousness. Hearing Jack coming down the steps, Cassie took her eyes off the little girl she was crouched in front of and looked up at Jack.
"First time with a leotard, Uncle Jack?"
"What gave you that idea?"
"You put it on like a t-shirt, didn't you?" She replied as she started to pull the offending article off Emma. Emma lifted her arms up to help. Jack watched in awe as Cassie then hung the outfit in front of Emma on her fingers and watched the little girl step into the outfit.
"Don't breathe a word of this to Sam." Jack knew Sam would get a kick out of this. He, of course, had told her he had 'everything under control', and 'how hard could it be?'
"I wouldn't dare." Cassie stated as she helped the little girl put her arms in the sleeves, then added, "but that doesn't mean she won't."