Part two from last story
12 years later
Caden eyes scanned the cabinet, needing just a tiny piece of bread to finish his extremely tiny sandwich for himself. He sighed. This would take him some time.
He launched his rope and watched as his hook attached to the end of the cabinet. He checked to see if it was stable...fair enough. He started to climb beginning to pick up sweat. When he got to the top, he heaved himself up into the bread cabinet. He took a moment to regain himself, then pushed himself up to the huge bag of slice bread. He un-did the huge twisty tie of the bag. Huffing as he drag the huge slice of bread out. Using each hand to rip off a small piece. He threw it back down on the counter, he started to climb down, so focus on the climbing completely unaware of the huge footsteps coming towards him.
"CADEN!" The voice rung in his tiny ear drums. He immediately saw two huge hands block his field of vision as he was gently forced off the the rope.
Caden huffed as he was brought up to a familiar face.
"DAD! I don'ttttt need a babysitter." He whined.
"I told you not to treat the house like a huge jungle gym! You could get hurt! Just ask
one of us for help!"
Caden huffed once more.
"But I was so close to making my sandwich!"
Owen sighed as he saw the piece of bread not far dropped from the rest of his son's sandwich on counter. He reached over and placed it on the rest of the sandwich. He grab the microscopic sandwich and placed it in his son's hands. Caden takes it frowning up at his father.
Owen swiftly carries his son as he moves over to the couch. He lays down as he rests his son on his chest. Owen smirks at the annoyed face he receives as he ruffles his kid's hair.
