Hello!

So, I remembered!

Thanks quintawrites for proofreading and to the reviewers on the last chapter - Troubled-Angel-26, his-red-head, Sarai, Hetwaszoeitsals, Loads of Randomness, DS2010, Fashionista-girl, didodado, Suzy Q1068, and Fan.

Enjoy!

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Jenny led Ziva - now clutching the "osich" - from the cash to the cafe. She ordered the ham and cheese sandwich even as Ziva pointed eagerly to the cookies on display.

"No, 'wich! Ookie!" protested the tiny tyrant.

Yet the moment the sandwich was delivered, the protests disappeared. It was put into three tiny animal shapes - a duck, a rhino, and a dog. Ziva's eyes lit up at she took in the fun shapes.

"Doggy!" she squealed, grabbing the sandwich and biting in with a big grin.

"I guess I will be adding fun cookie cutters to the shopping list," Jenny commented, pleased that for once getting Ziva to eat was not resulting in a struggle.

"Yummy!" Ziva exclaimed around her food. Jenny reached to move Ziva's plate a tiny bit farther from the edge of the table and Ziva made grabby hands toward the plate and gave an unhappy cry. "My 'wich! No take, Mama! Zizi's 'wich!"

Jenny had never been so pleased to hear Ziva say "no". She left the mini sandwiches where they were and returned her focus to her own bowl of broccoli cheese soup. The ostrich looked on from her seat on the napkin dispenser.

When the sandwich animals had finally disappeared, Ziva looked up hopefully.

"Ookie now?"

Jenny smiled.

"Do you want a cookie or ice cream?"

At the mention of the rare treat, Ziva's eyes nearly doubled.

"Cweam?!"

"Yes, ice cream. Do you want ice cream or a cookie?"

"Cweam!"

Jenny smiled and lifted Ziva onto her hip, walked over to the ice cream display, and showed her the many flavours. Ziva's busy eyes lit on the pink carton.

"Strawberry?" Jenny asked in confirmation.

"Pink 'bewwy?!" Ziva asked in amazement.

"One strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and one coffee ice cream with chocolate sprinkles, both in cones," Jenny ordered.

"Spwinkwes?!"

Jenny smiled down at the toddler who was completely overwhelmed with the wonders of ice cream counters.

When they got their snack they went out to the back and ate their cones next to the fish pond. Most of Ziva's ended up melted over most of her face and chin and shirt and hands and ... Jenny concluded that perhaps it would be easier to list what was not covered in ice cream.

"Wook! Fishy!" Ziva squealed, pointing. A frog leaped off a lily pad - Jenny assumed it was startled by the high-decibel squeal. Ziva giggled in appreciation and hopped in place next to Jenny. "Fwoggy!"

"Oh, are you are froggy now?" Jenny asked, laughing.

"Yes!" Ziva giggled again.

"I think you are a sweet little froggy," Jenny commented, giving Ziva's hand a loving squeeze.

"You be fishy?"

Jenny grinned mischievously and crouched down to be on Ziva's level. She made fish kiss lips. "There. Do I look like a fishy now?"

...

Ziva laughed and touched her mama's lips. How did Mama possess such an amazing talent that she did not know about? That was AMAZING! She tried to make her lips go like Mama's, but it was hard. She would have to practice - with the "osich".

But first ... there was a fish food dispenser and she wanted to feed those fishies!

"Mama? Pweeease!" she said, pointing to the dispenser.

Mama rolled her eyes a little but she reached in her pocket and pulled out some quarters. Soon Ziva's hands were full of fish food and she was generously distributing it to the goldfish splashing below them.

...

Several days later:

"What's she doing?" Abby whispered to Tim as they looked at little Ziva happily keeping herself busy on Gibbs' computer chair. Her face was grimacing and contorting.

"I'm not sure. Is she having a seizure?" Tim replied, concerned.

"No, she is okay," a voice said behind them.

"Director!" Abby and Tim exclaimed in unison, turning around to see Jenny who smiled in quiet amusement not unlike Gibbs' characteristic expression after startling them.

"She's practicing fish lips," Jenny explained, walking over to the toddler. "Is my little fishy ready to go home?"

"Yeah!" the fish-lip soon-to-be-expert declared, launching herself onto the already-expert. "Wet's go see gowdfish!"

Jenny rolled her eyes - but she did not say "no".

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The next chapter will be very exciting so make sure to check back next week!