(Y/N) giggled as uncle Clint sat her down in a high-chair next to his own children. "Now (Y/N), you can not tell your mommy or daddy about me giving you icecream." He informed her as he places a bowl of soft icecream (he mashed it up so she would not choke). Clint's children dug in, but (Y/N) had the great idea of putting her hands into the cold mush.
"Bwah!" She cheered. Clint couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Your just like your daddy! (Y/N) smash!" He cheered. (Y/N) got excited and smashed her little hands into the icecream. The room was covered in icecream in a matter of seconds.
Clint was in the dog house that night.
