Author's Note: A drabble about when Roy doesn't take some healthy advice from his wife.
Snack at 3 O'clock
"You really want to do this? asked Riza.
"I'm not an idiot. I can manage." Roy muttered, taking the bowl of apple sauce from his wife and turning to the toddler who was sitting on in his high chair, boucning anxiously, waiting for his snack. Seeing the bowl, he held out his arms in a gimme motion. Riza watched as Roy grinned cheerfully at the boy and sat down, placing the bowl in front of the child. "Alright champ, snack time." Without warning, the boy picked up the sppon and began slinging the apple sauce every where, but mostly at his father. Roy stared at his laughing son silently and calmly stood up, ignoring that his wife was trying hard not to laugh.
"I tried to warn you, hun." she said before beginning to laugh. Roy just scowled. That day, he learned NEVER to be in his military uniform during his son's snack time and that the three o'clock snack usually led to a three o'clock bath... Great.