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“You making dessert?” she offers as a greeting, as she approaches me and stands in front of me, eyeing the chocolate and strawberry syrup bottles on the counter.
I blink at her adorable question and then clear my throat. “Not exactly a dessert. But I was about to prepare a milkshake for you,” I smile as I carefully lift her and make her sit on the counter.
“I love milkshakes!” she exclaims with a wide smile, dangling her legs.
“That’s good.” I sigh with relief. “So, Princess, what will it be—strawberry or chocolate?” I ask as I lift both the syrup bottles in front of her.
She eyes them in deep thought, making it seem like a million-dollar question.
“Chocolate milkshake. Wait, no, strawberry milkshake. No, I think chocolate milkshake.” She bites her lips and I burst out laughing, placing both the bottles on the counter before I shake my head, and kiss the tip of her nose.
“How about I make both? You can have one now and the other one during dinner. This way, you don’t have to make a tough choice.”
“That’s awesome,” she agrees and nods her head in enthusiasm.
I dump the chocolate syrup into a bowl of milk then use the hand grinder to stir it. The froth makes her squeal with delight and makes me look at her with adoration at her innocent ways. Once it’s ready, I pour it into a tall princess glass and hold it out to her.
“Thanks.” She smiles and takes the glass in her hands.
“Anything for my princess.” I move my hands over her hair as she takes a sip.
“Yummy,” she says as her little tongue comes out and licks her lips.
“So how did school go today? Did you learn anything exciting?” I ask, standing in front of her.
She shrugs her tiny shoulders. “It was boring.”
“Boring?”
“We didn’t get to do any colouring today.”
“You like colouring?” I ask, picking the napkin from the counter and wiping her mouth.
“I love it, and our arts teacher, Mrs Daisy, is amazing. She always makes us do beautiful stuff with paints and crayons, which makes her class fun. But she was absent today.” The downward curve of her mouth with the remnants of the chocolate milkshake paints an adorable picture of her.
“What about the other classes? No other subject holds your interest?” I inquire.
“Everything else is so boring. I hate studying.”
“I also hate studying,” I admit, but she eyes me doubtfully. “You think I am lying?”
“No, but you play chess with Grandpa, that means you are intelligent and good at studies.”
“That doesn’t mean I liked it. I always found studies a bit boring and dry. I would always hate to study out of textbooks.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I smile, tapping her nose.
“That means you were not a topper when you were in school?” she asks with a smile twitching her lips.
“Ahhh... I think I got lucky there. I happened to be among the top three in my class.” I laugh as her jaws hang open. “Now let’s stop talking about studies. Tell me about your friends. Do you have many?”
“I have made —” she counts on her fingers while mumbling the names under her breath. She then holds out five fingers and replies, “I have made three friends.”
“That’s cool,” I say, correcting the fingers. She then nods, finishing her milkshake.
“I am planning on baking a cake for Grandpa. Will you help me?” I ask her.
