{Father's Day 2014} Carys and Aric

Carys Chase with Sterling Chase and Aric Chase

June 15

*Grinning as Aric and I talk about Father's day memories, one look at Aric and have to laugh knowing he is thinking about the same thing I am* Aric, do you remember when we decided to cook for dad? We figured if we fed him he would eat. *Seeing Arics face light up at the memory I nod and start talking about that morning when we were four...*

Bubby? *Rubbing sleepy eyes and I grip the back of his shirt as we head down the hall to Aunt Savvy's kitchen. Yawning as Aric reached up, standing on his toes to turn the light on. The kitchen is big and Aunt Savvy wont like us being in here by our selves but, I promised Aric and he promised me we would be quiet* Bubby? What we needs is milk cuz I see mommy use it and butters, she always puts that in stuffs. *Arics nods and we both go to the fridge where he points out the stuff we need and I retrieve it. I get the milk and butter out, setting them on the floor and start grabbing eggs only dropping two on the floor to break at my feet.*

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  Aric Chase *He groans when he remembers that year* Oh yeah I do Sis. I remember...
  Traipsing through the broken eggs, he tries to quietly get one bowl down and ends up dropping a bunch. The sound of metal pinging on the tile echoes throughout the kitchen. Carys turns to him with a finger over her mouth*SSSSHHHHHHH YOUA GONNA WAKE DEM UP!*she yells. He giggles and picks up the bowls, stacking them on the floor. Reaching up he barely stretches enough to put the bowl on the counter* Sis, we need to be bigger*He looks around and spots a stool.*hewp me push this ova der.*they push & pull the stool over to the stove and start mixing everything together*

  June 15 at 12:51am · Like · 11
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  Carys Chase *The stool makes the most horrible noise in the world but we manage to bump it up against the stove and Aric climbs up with the bowl and I hand him a large spoon.* Bubby, you needs this..*Hands him the milk, my arms shaking the carton tilts in my hands and spills on my head. Without missing a beat I hand it to him and brush the milk wet hair from my face. We were on a mission and had to work fast. Scurrying back to get the butter I slip in the egg and go down. My lip trembles as I carry the butter to him and when I hand it to him he pats me on top of the head from where he's sitting on his knees on the stool.* It's ok Car, you okay, right?" * I nod, wanting to be his big helper and hurry to the other counter and pulling out drawers I use them as steps to get the flour canister for him.*

  June 15 at 12:52am · Like · 11
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  Aric Chase *He tried to do it like Mum did. *She frew in sum o' dees,*He tossed some eggs into the bowl, shell and all.* and some o' dis.*he pours some milk in while she sets up the waffle iron and plugs it in.*and dis stuff.* He says as he pours the pancake mix into the bowl. He grabs the spoon and swishes it around in the bowl, spilling the mix over the sides and onto the counter* ok, it's weady. I fink. Pour it in the pan, pwease.*

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  Carys Chase Bubby, wait. You gotta gets the flippy thingy Savvy uses.*reaching across him from my perch on the counter, the hem of my t-shit dipping into the mix I grab the spatula and hand it to him. Clapping, excited I get to pout the mix into the waffle iron, I grab the bowl and dump it all in and close it. It bubbles and boils and smokes as we watch it, our eyes wide when we open it and Aric scrapes our creation onto a plate, which we proudly carry to our parents room for Daddy.*