Author: Eilidh17
Category: Gen, Kidfic
Warnings: None
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Written for the Stargate Kiddrabble list challenge: Use the Line "I know you were trying to help… but" in a ficlet or drabble.
All Grown Up
"I's know you's was twying to help, but daddy, I's be a big boy now."
Jack O'Neill looked at the serious expression plastered on his son's face, the hands planted firmly on his four year old hips, and the wide stance that told him his kid was all business. "Daniel," he growled earnestly looking at the remnants of his bathroom.
"Pfft," Daniel huffed watching his father's gaze travel around the small space taking in the splatters of shaving cream plastered over the mirror, and wet towels piled in a heap on the floor. "Dis," he waved casually at the mess, "can be easily explained."
Pinching the bridge of his nose, another Daniel induced headache in the making, he shuddered to think what type of explanation his son was going to offer up. "Well," Jack muttered solemnly, "I'm waiting."
Putting down Jack's electric shaver, which was thankfully not plugged in, Daniel tapped a finger on his foam covered face and smiled broadly, shiny teeth and bright red gums peeking through the melange resembling Santa's beard. "You see, bemember last week when I turnded four. Do you bemember that, daddy?"
"I do."
"Well," Daniel said with an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes. "I's got to finking that it was time I took some besponsibility, being that I'm much older now. Pwactically ancient."
"Right," Jack drooled out, unsure of just where this explanation was heading.
"And I was finking to myself "self! Daddy's be too busy to teach you da tweets and the buzz's so you hafta do it yourself." And da first fing I need to learn was shaving, cause Sam says I have such a funny little face, she does. She be always pinching me dere, why does she do dat, daddy?"
"I don't know."
"It's a mystery to me as well. So, I's then be finking that I'd be vewy helpful and teaches myself to use the shaver." Daniel reached over and picked up Jack's electric shaver again. "Dis not be a very useful fing to use though, Daddy. I can't quite get it right. You see's I gots the cream and lavered it everywhere, even under my arms, see?" Daniel lifted his left arm and true to form there was a wet patch and dying remnants of what was once shaving cream plaster under his arm pit. "Now's when I used the shaver nuffink happened. So, I said to myself, "self, you haffent turned it on." Oh, my self can be so clever sometimes, cause my self was right. You want me to show you?"
Lost in the bizarreness of the situation, Jack could only nod.
Fumbling the powerless shaver in his little hands, Daniel climbed up onto his bathroom stool, the one usually reserved for potty training, and positioned himself in front of the mirror. One hand on the bench holding himself steady, the other held the working end of the shaver above his right cheek, Daniel clucked his tongue loudly and slid the shaver across his foamy white face. "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ."
End.