Author's Note: Pure cuteness. Mini Toretto and Vince are little guys and left home with their Dads while the mothers have a girl's night out. Mothers know everything, so what happens when their watchful eyes aren't around? Enjoy!
A Most Fun Day
It was the first time that Aunt Mia took Mami for a "girls' night out" that she could remember. Of course, she was only three and she couldn't remember lots, but she knew Mami always combed her hair after her bath, and tucked her into bed. Sometimes Mami would tell her a story, or sometimes Papi would. But Mami was always there. And if Mami wasn't there, then Aunt Mia usually was.
But not tonight. Tonight it was her and Papi. Well, and Uncle Brian and Vince…
Mami got dressed up prettier than when she was working. She wore shoes with pointy heels and her red-painted toenails peeked out from the front.
She clambered onto the big bed in Mami and Papi's room and watched Mami put on her jewelry. She wore layers of pretty bracelets around her wrists that jingled together when she moved her arms. Papi came out of the shower with a towel around his waist, wrapped his arms around Mami and kissed her. He asked her if she really wanted to go out with Mia when they could have more fun at home.
Mami only laughed and pushed him away. "Your daughter is in the room, you know."
Papi turned and saw her sitting on the bed, then winked at her. "Hey baby girl. We going to have fun tonight with Uncle Brian and Vince?"
She giggled. "Mowe fun than Mami!" she announced, then launched herself off the bed and ran out of the room.
Mami had left by the time Uncle Brian's car pulled into the driveway. Vince raced him inside because he burst through the back door and slid on his stomach across the kitchen floor.
"Beat you!" he announced, as Uncle Brian appeared at the doorway with a big paper bag.
She giggled from the doorway. "V!"
Vince scrambled to his feet and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up. "Look how strong I am!" he told her.
She squealed, wiggling her feet until they fell over in a tangle of limbs, laughing hysterically. Papi came into the room and looked down at them, before looking over at Uncle Brian.
"I hoped you packed tranquilizers in that bag," he said.
"Just dinner," Uncle Brian said with a grin, setting the bag on the counter top. "I thought it would be easier if we didn't have to cook."
"Good thinking," Papi agreed.
She and Vince wrestled to try and get to their feet first, rolling around on the linoleum.
"I'm hungry!" she announced as she got to her feet, clutching at Papi's pant leg.
He picked her up, tweaking her nose and she giggled. He carried her to the cupboard and got out some plates. She reached out to grab her green Hulk cup and caught it between her teeth, growling. Papi laughed.
"What are you the Hulk now?"
"Don't make me angwy, Papi," she mumbled around the plastic.
He set her down on her chair and put one of the plates in front of her. She dropped her cup onto the table and reached for the plate.
"No food," she told him.
"Be patient, Monster," Uncle Brian laughed, unwrapping something in shiny foil.
It smelled like chorizo and salsa and her stomach growled as she watched him bring food over to put on her and Vince's plates.
"Tacos!" she cheered. "Papi, Papi hot sauce pwease!"
He got the bottle from the fridge. "Only a little bit," he warned her.
Uncle Brian sat down next to Vince, chuckling. "Is there anything she doesn't eat?"
"Not really," Papi replied, pouring water for her and Vince before he sat down to eat as well.
She ate 4 tacos, and only one of them was super, duper spicy. Probably because Papi took away the hot sauce and put it on for her after she poured lots on the first one.
Vince laughed and said her face turned pink and she said that was because she was turning into the Hulk.
"What kind of Hulk turns pink!?" he demanded.
"The girl Hulk!"
After dinner she chased him into the living room and they picked out a movie together from her collection. They agreed on Cars 2 and Vince put in the DVD while she tugged all the cushions off the couch.
They built a fortress together with the cushions and the blanket from the back of Papi's chair and stretched on their bellies inside it, watching the movie through the open front. Uncle Brian and Papi were in the kitchen talking, probably with some beers. They liked beers, even though she drank some once and she thought it was gross.
Halfway through the movie she started to get squirmy, poking and prodding at Vince. He giggled, rolling over to tickle her till she squealed and kicked out her feet. The fortress collapsed on top of them, burying them beneath pillows and blankets.
They dug their way out, grinning at each other.
"I want ice cream!" Vince announced.
"Yeah!" she agreed, enthusiastic. They ran to the kitchen to make their demands.
"Do you have ice cream?" Uncle Brian asked.
"Knowing Letty? Probably," Papi said with a laugh and went to look in the freezer. He pulled out a carton. "I hope you kids are good with chocolate."
"Chocolate!" she cheered and trailed after her father as he fixed them each a bowl.
"Can we eat it and watch the movie?" Vince asked hopefully.
Papi sighed. "Only if you're careful," he relented.
They hurried into the living room, climbed atop their collapsed fort and ate their ice cream. She didn't spill any, but she got lots of sticky chocolate on her face. After the movie ended Papi and Uncle Brian came in and roused them from their pile. Uncle Brian took the bowls into the kitchen while she and Vince helped Papi put the couch back together.
"Upstairs you two," he said. "Time to get ready for bed."
"I'm not tiwed…"" she moaned, dragging her feet.
"Race you!" Vince said, darting for the stairs.
Gasping, she ran after him, jumping on his back when they reached the top to tackle him to the floor. He groaned and grabbed her leg, tickling her foot. She squeaked and laughed, scrambling away. Vince's Avengers backpack was in her room and he pulled out his Spiderman PJs as she tugged open her dresser drawer. She picked out her Super girl PJs that Aunt Mia had bought her and wiggled into them before scampering into the bathroom.
Papi wiped her face off and helped her brush her teeth. He forgot to comb her hair, but he wasn't good at combing hair so she didn't remind him. After she and Vince were all ready for bed they crowded together under her Toy Story sheets and demanded a story.
Uncle Brian read them a story about a boy who built his own racecar out of a cardboard box and raced it down a big hill. She thought it sounded like fun and she wanted to make her own. She would paint it red and put a three on the side. That was because that was how old she was.
Papi and Uncle Brian turned out the lights and closed the door, bidding them goodnight.
She was quiet for a moment, staring up at the ceiling.
"Are you tired?" Vince's voice whispered beside her.
She shook her head.
"Me neither," he said. "Let's play with your cars."
They slipped out of bed and emptied the huge plastic bin full of hot wheels. They lined them all up and drove them around her map rug. They raced them, crashed them, lost some under the bed which they crawled underneath to rescue, giggling quietly.
They dug her Buzz Lightyear flashlight out of her toy box and used it to look at picture books. Vince read some of them to her and she listened, sprawled out on her belly on the floor.
They crawled back onto the bed and had a pillow fight, till feather scattered around the room and stuck in their hair.
She hauled her box of stuffed animals out of her closet and they played Godzilla, building a town with Legos that the giant stuffed creatures smashed. Then they pretended to be Godzillas, stomping around and laughing and knocking over the constructed buildings. They fought like Godzilla and King Kong, roaring and wrestling and kicking little cars and pieces of Lego across the floor.
That was when the door swung open suddenly, casting a square of bright light into the room that had them both blinking owlishly.
"What are you two doing?"
"Mami!" she squeaked, launching across the room to hug her mother, who was standing in the hallway with Aunt Mia behind her.
"Hi Mom!" Vince said, grinning widely.
"Vincent Jesse," Aunt Mia scolded. "It is way past your bedtime."
"We weren't tired," he moped.
Mami picked her up and carried her back into her bedroom, looking around. "This place is a wreck!" She sighed and shook her head. "Into bed you two," she ordered. "We'll clean up in the morning."
"But I'm not-" her protest was interrupted by a yawn.
"Sure you're not," Mami said, laughing softly as she set her down on her bed.
Vince climbed into the bed next to her and Mami tucked them in. Aunt Mia came over to smooth their hair gently, kiss them and hum a little song. Her eyes felt heavy. She knew that song. Papi said it was grandma's favorite song.
"Sweet dreams, little monsters," Mami said softly.
She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around her cousin and drifted off into sleep so suddenly, exhaustion pulling a shroud around her.
It had been the most fun day. But maybe she was a little tired.