Dear Diary,
Today was a really quiet day. Daddy went out to work or a meeting or something. Papa stayed at home and looked after me an Alfred. He let use make biscuits today so we were allowed in the kitchen. He got out a cookbook for me and Alfred to look at. Alfred looked at all the pages. He wanted to make a massive chocolate cake. Papa laughed and said Daddy wouldn't approve of him doing that. Alfred pouted, that made me laugh. I found a page for biscuits and pointed to it. Papa nodded and started to go through the cupboards to get all the ingredients. Me and Alfred waited looking at the pictures. They looked yummy. Francis put the bags of flour and sugar in front of us. He smiled as me and Alfred stared to measure out the stuff. It was really cool and really messy.
Once they were in the oven to cook, Papa let us lick the bowl and spoon. It was really yummy and Alfred had gotten flower all over him. Papa had to clean him up before we made the icing. It was really sweet and we made chocolate icing. Alfred loved it. While we were waiting for the biscuits to cook, we heard keys in the door. Alfred ran off to meet Daddy while I waited. Papa smiled as he got the biscuits out from the oven. I watched Papa get out the biscuits and put them out to cool. He said we would have to wait before we ice them. Picking me up, he carried me through to see Daddy. Daddy smiled and waved to us as we came in. Alfred already sitting on Daddy's foot as he walked. I giggled at how silly Alfred was.
The biscuits were really nice. We iced them and had them after dinner. We went up to bed afterwards. Papa and Daddy kissed us goodnight and went downstairs. I couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep. So I got up to find Papa or Daddy. I took my toy polar bear with me, just incase. I opened my door quietly and tip toed to their room. I was about to knock on the door when I heard loud voices. It sounded like an argument. I got really scared, I had never heard them shout like that. I quickly ran back to my room and tried to get some sleep. But I couldn't, I just started crying. I didn't know what to do, but I woke my brother up. He climbed onto my bed and hugged me. He told me everything was going to be okay. I can't remember much, but I remember hugging him and crying myself to sleep.
Dear Diary,
Today was so cool! Francis let us in the kitchen to do some cooking. Daddy went out for work as normal, but Papa let us bake! We followed him inside and he got down a big book of recipes. I started looking through them with Matthew. They looked so amazing! I didn't really understand the writing very much, it was all in french, but I understood chocolate! I pointed to it but Papa said no. I would be to hyper or something. So we continued looking and we found so biscuits. They looked really yummy, Matthew agreed to. Papa nodded too so I cheered! Papa started to get out all the flour and stuff so we could make biscuits. So we started working out how much sugar and flower we needed. Me and Matthew poured out the flour, though I kind slipped and got flour all over me.
When they were in the oven, Papa let us lick the spoon and the bowl. He also picked me up to go and brush all the flour off me. When I came back, he showed us how to make the icing for the biscuits. Papa let us make CHOCOLATE icing! So we started to make that. During that I heard the door go. I knew it was Daddy so I raced to see him. Smiling happily and hugging him. I looked up after saying hello. He ruffled my hair and smiled down to me, but he looked sad. Something in his eyes looked sad. I tried to cheer him up by hugging his leg and sitting on his foot. Daddy laughed as he tried to carry me along with him. Papa came through with Matthew, Matthew laughed too. I was happy.
The biscuits were amazing! I loved the icing it had on too. We did a really good job. After dinner me and Matthew went upstairs and to bed. Daddy and Papa kissed us goodnight and went away. I closed my eyes to try and sleep, but I couldn't. I tried and I saw that Matthew couldn't get to sleep either. I tried to sleep, but I kept thinking about Daddy. Why did he look so sad? Matthew went off to find Daddy or Papa with his polar bear. I lay in bed, waiting for him to come back with one of them. When he ran back and jumped into bed. I looked worried. I went over to see him and pulled back the cover. Matthew was crying. It nearly made me cry too. I hugged Matthew. I hugged him tight. I didn't want him to cry. I told him everything would be okay. He looked up at me and nodded. I hugged him. We both snuggled down in his bed and I slowly drifted off to sleep.