July 7, 2012

"Daddy what's that?" Kita's small hands tugged at the crown set atop Zuko's top knot. He gently removed her hands from dislodged his hair.

"It's called a crown," Zuko said as he held her hands and lightly swung them them with his in a dancing motion. Three years old and almost able to make complete sentences, Kita was bright and curious about everything. She had blues eyes like Katara's but had already set a deep interest in fire bending.

"Do I gets a cown?" Kita started to put ther hadns toward his head again.

"Crown. Crown. Say the 'r' sound. Remember how to 'r'?"

"Rah. Rar." Kita took her hands and patted them on both sides of Zuko's cheeks.

"Okay now, put that in crown."

"Kuh, kuh-own, kuh-rar-own. crown." Kita clapped her hands together gleefully.

"Very good. Now who wears the crown?"

Kita patted his chest, "You!"

"And what am I called?"

"Daddy! You're daddy."

Zuko chuckled, "Yes. Very good but what's my title? I'm fire-"

"Lawd!"

"And one day you will be fire-"

"Lawd."

Zuko laughed, "No. You're going to be Fire Lady. I'm a Lord and you're" poking her "a lady."

"Why not I a lawd?"

"Because you're a girl." Zuko started to tickle her.

"Does that make baby Iwoh a boy?" Kita's face was puzzled in curiosity. "And Mommy's a girl?"

"Yes and yes."

"Daddy can we feed the ducks?"

"Yes, c'mon my little Kita."