Just a disclaimer, I got this idea from a Headcanon post. Thought I would flesh out the moment.

September, 2031

Nine-year-old Anza woke up just as the sun was rising, and leaped out of bed. It was her mom's birthday today, and she couldn't wait to make her a cake. The girl ran down the hallway in her elephant-print nightgown, her very long, dark hair flew behind her.

When she reached the living room, Anza found her dad standing by the doorway to the kitchen. She could hear her mom up and clinking plates. Right as she was about to open her mouth to ask Leo what he was doing, he quickly held a finger to his lips. He gestured for her to come. Confused, Anza snuck over to where he was.

"Hey, Anza," he whispered quietly. "What do you say we play a little birthday prank on Mommy this morning?"

Rubbing her hands together, Anza smiled mischievously. "Ooh yeah!" She whispered back.

"Okay, come on," Leo gestured again and she excitedly followed him downstairs to the store kitchen.

"What are we gonna do?" She asked quietly. Leo opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a giant bag of flour. He grinned at her, and Anza's eyes got wide. "Daddy, you are evil!" She grinned back and leaped up and down in anticipation. "Let's go!"

They went back upstairs and hid next to the kitchen doorway. Leo put the bag of flour on the floor and opened it, a puff of flour filling the air. They lifted the bag together and Anza peeked inside the kitchen.

Her mom was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee, facing away from them. Anza gave her dad a thumbs up.

As quickly and quietly as they could, they snuck the bag of flour over to where Calypso was sitting. Anza looked at her dad for the cue. When he mouthed 'now,' they both dumped the bag onto her head. Calypso screamed.

"Run!" Leo shouted and Anza squealed, racing to the opposite end of the kitchen while her dad ran for the pantry. Her mom, covered in flour from head to toe, stood up fuming.

"Oh, you horrible- Ach!" She exclaimed, storming towards Leo who was unsuccessfully trying to fit himself into the closet. Anza laughed at the scene and ran over to protect her dad.

"Mommy, no, please- Daddy go!" She laughed, pushing him farther into the pantry, trying to squeeze herself in as well.

"It was her idea!" Leo pointed accusingly at Anza as Calypso reached for the two of them. "It was her-"

Before he could finish, Calypso grabbed both of them and pulled them into a big, floury hug. Anza giggled as her mom patted flour into her hair.

"Oh, you are both in so much trouble," she said, but she was smiling.

While Leo put on a guilty smile, Anza puckered her lip and gave her best innocent face. "You wouldn't punish us for a harmless little prank, would you Mommy?" she tried.

Calypso pointed her finger in warning. "You are very lucky it is my birthday, young lady, or I most certainly would," she said seriously.

Anza smiled angelically and gave her mom a powdery kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday, Mommy," she said. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She hugged Anza again. "Thank you, honey," she answered. "How about you start making it up to me by cleaning up the mess the two of you just made."

"Okay," Anza complied, grabbing a broom from the closet.

"You," she turned to Leo, "are an absolutely awful influence on our daughter."

"Aw," he smiled and pulled her into a kiss. "It's like Anza said. What's the harm in a little birthday prank?"