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"It is almost meal time, afters if you are still hungers" Ianto said as the little girl stood in the kitchen with her hand stretched up, fingers splayed out in the universal "Give me" sign as she employed the biggest eyes possible.

She let the hand drop and glanced at the cookie jar, then grunted as she tried again, thrusting her hand higher with that look that warned of impending doom for anyone who did not comply with her wishes.

Ianto continued to wipe down the bench in preparation for dishing the meal in a short time.

Whimper.

Ianto ran the cloth under water and then screwed it out, humming softly to himself as the noise behind him stopped and he knew without turning around she had employed the patented "Gonna turn Blue' technique, her lips smashed together with blazing eyes as she held her breath.

Ianto checked the pots, turning the heat down on a couple as he was now delaying the meal for the tantrum.

"Hey babe smells divine." Jack said as he bounced in and Ianto cursed silently, the one who was a soft touch had entered the equation and a tiny face with huge sad tear brimming eyes rolled to him as she whimpered.

"Awwww, what's wrong dumpling bum" Jack crooned, kneeling to cuddle her against him "Can you tell Daddy?"

She glared and he saw the lips already locked in, now her ability to speak was gone and she would not resume normal activity until whatever had been done to piss her off was resolved.

"Ianto? She's holding her breath again."

"I know" Ianto started to get the bowls down for the little ones, "she wanted a cookie but it's meal time."

"Aww, did you love?" Jack sighed, "Sorry baby, Tadda said no did he?"

Great.

Ianto glanced over to see Jack's pout as he looked at her and wondered if he could crack him quick with the tea towel for throwing him under the bus, then he smiled, "Maybe Daddy can help you tell the boys then get ready by washing your hands?"

Jack picked up the child to find her rigid and non-compliant, those eyes again on the cookie jar.

"Babe, would it really hurt? Just one?"

"Jack" Ianto sighed, "I know you hate to see her upset but she has to learn to control herself."

"Yeah" Jack knew Ianto was right, "Come on, we can tell the boys yeah?"

Jack walked out with the rigid plank of a child under his arm and Ianto continued to dish, then cursed as he realised Jack had headed to the bathroom forgetting the boys.

Ianto placed the serving spoon down glad he had not dished anything to cool and walked through to the other room where Enzo, Dylan and Grik were all together playing a video game on the big screen.

"Excuse me gentlemen, I am dishing now" he said and they roared, throwing the controllers down and racing for the nearest bathroom, Dylan laughing as he shoved Grik who bounced off the wall and roared with glee as this apparently meant he liked him.

Seems Enzo picks good friends.

Ianto walked back to the kitchen and found Jack placing the little girl in her chair, talking to her as he checked the straps "I know you hate it but it's needed so you remember not to run across the table again, remember how Taddy had a burst bubble when you did that? Your foot went right in the mashed potato"

He giggled, she giggled and then took another bit of her cookie, looking over his shoulder at Ianto with triumph.

"You have got to be kidding me" Ianto spurted out before he could stop himself, "I sand no so you wait until I leave the room?"

"She fell and hurt her knee running back for her meal, she was so hungry" Jack defended his bub "She was crying."

Ianto simmered as he calmly sighed then dished the meals and placed them down, giving the little girl the plate of mash and gravy that she looked at and shoved away pointing at the dinner rolls on the table with those yes growing to massive proportions as she looked at her loving Daddy, "Ta?"

"What lovely manners" Jack gushed as he handed it to her, "Well done."

Jack had perfected the praise, had that part down pat but GODS he needed to learn punishment too. Hard to imagine a man capable of leading men into battle and screaming as he ran into a hail of bullets could possibly wilt but there ya go, we all have an Achilles heel and for Jack it was Puppy Dog Eyes and pink taffeta.

Ianto now saw that he had a hard slog ahead of himself.

He had two to train, not just one.

And by the Gods, Jack was probably a tantrummer too.