Too Little

Patches

Prompt: Wednesday sewing patches onto Enid's clothes.
CGWednesday/LittleEnid
Little age: Around 2

Wednesday lay the pants out in front of her, checking over the hole on the knee. Placing down the patch, she started to sew it on, a skill she didn't like to admit she had due to its housewife reputation.

"Mamaaaa," Enid whined from her place on the playmat, standing up on her slightly wobbly legs and running over to where Wednesday was now sewing.

"What is it, love?"

"Play?" She asked, holding out a little plastic dinosaur that was tucked inside her fist.

"I'm almost done sewing this patch, then we can play, okay?"

Instead of answering, Enid stuffed the dinosaurs head into her mouth, giggling. Her now slightly spity hand gripped Wednesday's knee, pulling herself up to look at this thing that was currently keeping her Mama busy.

"Mum," she cooed again, the dinosaur falling to the ground.

"Five more minutes," Wednesday tried, but Enid just whined louder, reaching for the needle. "No, that will hurt you, Enid."

"Minee!" Fake tears welled up in her eyes and she huffed, her lower lip trembling.

Sighing, Wednesday put the stuff aside, reaching under her littles arms and picking her up. "Let's change you into a fresh nappy and something other than this onesie, hm?"

"No nappy!"

"Yes nappy, we don't need any accidents, my love."

"I two! No need!"

Wednesday ignored her, carrying the squirmy little info the bathroom and laying her down on the changing table.

"Pink or blue?"

"None!"

"Blue it is," she laughed, picking up the cloud patterned nappy and placing it beside her. She quickly pulled the old one off, wiping her down before placing the new one under her hips. Pulling the tabs around her, she did them up.

"How abouttt your fuzzy pink jumper and some matching trousers?"

"Pink!" She held her arms out in front of her, waiting like that as Wednesday retrieved the jumper then slid it over her head. The trousers were quite a bit more difficult, though eventually they were on properly rather than backwards, and Enid was lifted from the table and let down to waddle around.

"Has snack?" She asked, reaching up at the fridge with grabby hands.

"What do you want?" She opened the door, checking over what they had. "Last nights butter chicken?"

"Yeah!" Enid stood up from where she had sat herself near said fridge, waddling over to the kitchen table and sitting down.

"You want it hot or warm?"

"Mm, hot."

Taking off the lid, Wednesday placed it into the microwave, setting in two minutes and starting it. "Shouldn't take that long."

"Take for everrr!" She whined, flopping her top half onto the table.

"How about you get yourself a plate and fork while this finishes?"

Seeming pleased with this task, she got up and ran over to the cupboard, managing to get it open and pull out her favourite Disney Princess plate.

"Ready?"

"Mhm!"

Wednesday scooped the butter chicken onto her plate, ruffling her hair before walking away. Maybe she could actually finish sewing while she ate.