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Jaz was sleeping when she heard her name being called. She sat up and rubbed her eyes to see Beebo sitting on her bed.
“It’s late, Beebo. I have to be up early for gymnastics,” She replied grumpily and looked over at the clock and saw it was 3:15.
“Beebo wants to play,” Beebo was quite bored, and wanted to play.
Jaz sighed, "It's too late to play, and I don't want to wake up mama and mommy," She reasoned.
“It would be fun,” Beebo tried again.
Jaz knew that the bear had a point, but she doesn’t want to upset her parents, “I don’t want to get in trouble,” She tried to reason.
"No, trouble. We play harmless pranks," Beebo was feeling mischievous, and he knew Jasmine would make a great accomplice.
Jaz thought it over for a moment, she could have fun, and if she gets in trouble, she could blame Beebo. It would be too simple, plus it would be fun to rile her parents up a little bit.
“Okay, but if I get in trouble, it’s your fault,” She smiled almost conspiratorially.
Jaz climbed out of bed and looked out her door to make sure that her parents were not up. She crept out of her room and tiptoed past her parent's door. George gave a yip of disapproval but followed behind his human and the weird looking bear.
Once downstairs, Jaz, Beebo, and George made their way to the kitchen. She looked at Beebo, “I saw this on television where someone put salt in the coffee creamer. I think we should do that; mama will not expect that,” She whispered to her counterpart.
“Beebo likes,” The stuffed God agreed playfully.
Jaz went to the pantry and climbed the shelf to reach the salt and quietly closed the door behind her. She went into the refrigerator and pulled out her mama's favorite coffee creamer. With a wicked smile, Jaz poured nearly half of the salt into the creamer and put the top back on before putting the container back in the refrigerator. Jaz shook the salt container and heard that it was a little low, so she took the sugar and put it in the salt container and put it back on the shelf.
Jaz and Beebo crept back upstairs, and she got back in her bed and went back to sleep. She couldn't wait to see what would happen in the morning when her parents woke up.
Jaz woke up like she usually did to the smell of breakfast, and she saw Beebo back to his normal size sitting on her desk. She tossed back the covers and got out of bed. Jaz went about her morning routine, with George close on her heels. She was headed downstairs but remembered to grab Beebo before going.
Jaz could smell the coffee being made and smiled to herself as she went downstairs.
“Morning, moms,” She greeted both of her parents.
Kelly smiled as their daughter entered the kitchen, “Morning, sugar plum. I see that Beebo is not alive this morning,” She teased her daughter.
“It was just a dream, mommy,” Jaz replied.
Alex watched as Jaz sat down on her favorite stool, “So you slept okay?”
Jaz nodded, “Yeah, no more dreams,” She answered.
Jaz watched quietly as her mama made her coffee and went to the refrigerator and took the cream out. She waited to see what was going to happen next.
“Is Jaz’s leotard clean?” Kelly asked as she put a strawberry waffle on a plate.
Alex poured the creamer into her coffee, "Yeah, it's clean and ready to go," She picked up her coffee mug to take a sip. As soon as Alex tasted her coffee, and she immediately spits it out, "What is this?!"
Jaz covered her mouth with a little hand to stifle a giggle that was threatening to erupt, "What's wrong, mama?"
"What's wrong, babe? Is something wrong with your coffee?" Kelly asked out of concern. She's never seen Alex react this way over coffee.
Alex frowned, "It tastes like salt. Nothing on this label says, 'salted caramel.' Here you try it," She gave the mug of coffee to her wife.
Kelly tasted it and made a sour face, “It tastes like pure salt. Did it taste like this yesterday?” She asked and put the mug down on the counter.
Jaz giggled. It wasn't funny to see her mama, not pleased, but her reaction was hilarious. She didn't know if she should say something or not. So, she kept her mouth shut but continued laughing.
Alex shook her head, "No, it did not taste like this yesterday. I would have known," She looked at her daughter, who was laughing.
“You think this is funny?”
Jaz stopped giggling, “No, mama. I know how much you love your coffee,” She replied.
Kelly looked at her daughter and knew she knew something, "Did you have something to do with mama's coffee, tasting like salt?" She asked her daughter. Kelly knew her daughter and her tells, so it wasn't easy for Jaz to get away with anything.
Jaz knew she was caught and looked down at the counter, “I’m sorry, mama. Beebo told me to put salt in your creamer because it would be funny,” She explained using her excuse.
Alex was not pleased, “Jaz. Why are you blaming Beebo? He had nothing to do with this. Why would you do that to my coffee?” She asked her daughter. It was not like Jaz to do something as to putting salt in the coffee creamer.
Kelly looked at their daughter, “Why did you do it, sugar plum?”
Jaz shrugged, “I thought it would be funny, but it was Beebo, honest,” She tried to explain herself. The look of disappointment on her mama’s face let her know that she did something wrong.
“Beebo is a stuffed animal, pumpkin pie. When you come back from gymnastics practice, you will not be going over to Aunt Nia’s house. What you did was not okay,” Alex told their daughter. Kelly had told her she needed to start disciplining Jaz instead of being the ‘fun’ parent.
Jaz looked at her mommy, “I want to go to Aunt Nia’s. We were supposed to go play laser tag with Uncle Brainy,” She whined.
Kelly shook her head, “I’m sorry, but mama has spoken. You will have to go to laser tag with Aunt Nia and Uncle Brainy another time,” She was proud of Alex for stepping up. Kelly also knew that undermining Alex’s punishments would make Jaz think she can go between them.
Jaz ate her waffle, “I’m sorry, mama,” She apologized sadly and glared in Beebo’s direction. It was fun being naughty, but she didn’t like the punishment that came along with it.