I just came out of my bathroom with my hair in a messy ponytail. I strech a little, then I start to make my downstairs for breakfast. I greet my family with a normal "goodmorning", then shift my way to the refrigeorator. As I prepare my bowl of cereal, I start to reminise again on these old memories of the NOT so boring mornings that I used to spend with my father...
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Jan 3, 2002
I could hear my dad talking in the other room as I woke up to a brisk moring. I looked at Prince, who was still asleep with the covers wrapped around him. Since going back to sleep wasen't an opion for me, I decided to go and see what daddy was up to. I slid my purple footies on my bare feet and tiptoed into the hallway. I then decided to become a secret spy, trying to investigate my father's plans for us this morning. I managed to reach his office door without any noise. I squat down, and pushed my hair behind my ear so I could listen to the conversation. Then, I heard him speak again.."Ok, well, I have no problem with that......Ok, sure, I'll make sure I tell them ", Tell who? I thought to myself couriously. He must be talking about us.. "Yes, I'll make sure I'll have them ready for your arrival......Ok, I'll tell them you said hi.....Alright, talk to you soon.....I love you too mother....ok..bye". Dad started laughing quietly to himself as he ended the conversation with grandma. Ok, so is she coming today?? And why did we have to be ready?? My thoughts must have been spoken loudly to myself because as I slowly got up from the floor, my dad spoke again, and this time, he was talking to me. "Up so early, huh Paris?"
I queitly giggled to myself as I opened the door to his office. Dad was in his normal 6 A.M. atire with his red Mickey Mouse shirt, matching pajama bottoms, the white socks, with his long, wavy hair down. He looked at me,"You think I didn't know you were outside my door?" I shook my head. "No". He sighed, then reached his arms out to me so I could sit on his lap. He craddled me in his warm arms, then gave me a side-ways glance, "Now Paris, what did I tell you about snooping in on my phone converstations?"-"That's Daddy's buisness and Daddy's buisness only"-"That's right, so I don't want to find you outside my door next time, ok?"-"Ok, but I wasent trying to snoop in daddy, I was being a spy"-"Ohh, a spy, huh?" I nodded. "Well then, I guess a super agent spy would be perpared for one of my Tickle Suprises, ha!" I laughed uncontrollably as dad gave me one of his famous tickle suprises. I kept swirming around feverishly, trying my best to get out of dad's grip. But he, of couse, was too strong for me. "Hahaha, dad-dy, hahaha, s-toppp!!" I yelled, still laughing. After a few more, dad managed to stop, which caused me to lay on the floor, tirelessly. I catched my breath, and got up. "Are you ok, Secret Agent Paris?" I gave him a thumbs-up, "I'm A-OK"-"Good, then how about we go downstairs and make us a good, helthy breakfast, huh?" I nodded in agreement and we walked out of his office, together. As we came across my room door, I stopped my dad. "Daddy, sshhhh, we have to walk like a spy", I said in a whipser. "Why?"-"Because Prince is is still sleeping", I pointed to the door, then dad made his face into a "O" shape. So with that, we tiptoed our way, like a sneaking spy, downstairs to the kitchen. As we made our way down, we began to walk normally again. Dad made his way to the wooden cubborn and looked at me."What do you want for breakfast? Oatmeal, or cereal?"-"Cereal". Dad nodded in agreement as he pulled our favorite box of cereal out, Lucky Charms.
After dad made our bowls, we began to eat. I kept looking at dad, who was sitting directly across from me. He looks kind of funny when he eats cereal and spagetti. He always make faces when he's done. When I got finished, I used my straw that was already attached to my bowl, and sucked up all of my milk (Dad always told us about milk, and how it makes our bones strong) from my pink bowl. I looked at dad, and laughed, "Daddy look!"-"What?", he said curiously. I imediantly began to giggle even more of dad's unawarenss of his full grown milk mustache. I got up, and went to a drawer, and pulled out a hand mirror for him to observer himself with. I handed it to him and he giggled. "Oh, I seeee"-"You look funny, Daddy", I stared at his reflection, still laughing. He turned to me, then began putting on a show for me. "Oh, ya think this is funny now, don't cha m'lady?" I began to giggle harder at his british accent. Dad then got up and began dancing around the marble island in the kitchen. I just stood back, and laughed with everything in me. "Hello m'lady, my name is Scottie. Have you seen this young fellow, named Belgum B. Behindscratcher?", I covered my mouth, and shook my head. He cocked his eyebrow, "No? Well then I guess I will have to deliver this package for him, yes?" I put my hand down, "What package?"-"Well, m'lady this package is called the T.S"-"What's the T.S stand for, Scottie?"-"Well, it stands for.......THIS!!" Dad almost tackled me into another one of his tickle suprises. This time, I managed to exscape, and ran out of the kitchen.
Dad, or should I say Scottie, was chasing me around the house. That proves something to you...it doesen't matter what day, what TIME, or hour it is, Dad is ALWAYS up for fun, exspecially when it came down to his children. So here he is. He final caught me on the loveseat, and pulled me in to another tickle session..I cried out "Noo!!"-"You are not getting away with this one my dear!" Me and dad laughed hard until we heard soft footsteps coming from the stairs. he got up, and looked at me, "It's Prince". I gasped and we bothe hurried out of the living room, and made it back to the kitchen. Dad hurried and sat back down in his stool, and wiped off his milk mustache. We then got quiet, and there appered a sleepy, confused big brother. "Goodmoring", he said, groggingly. "Goodmoring Prince", dad and I said in unison."I heard somebody laughing. What's so funny?" Dad and I looked at eachother then back at Prince, "Nothing", we said, still snickering from the previous event that occured with Scottie and the halirious episode of the Tickle Suprise...
