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Jives was a single parent, and like any single parent had to juggle work and his child. Just like any other doting parent, he believed that his little blonde haired, blue eyed wonder was an absolute angel. An angel with some crippling form of sweet tooth. Either way, he loved Ziggy with all his heart.
Maybe if they made something healthy together, he would enjoy it more. Gently he knocked beside his boy’s open door, “Hey little man, wanna help your old man make dinner tonight?”
Big round blue eyes stared up at him, small mouth hanging open in slight shock. Ziggy shook his head, “R-r-really? You'll let me help you? Oh can I, can I, can I?” the young boy sprang to his feet and gently tugged on his father’s pant leg.
“Of course my little man,” he crouched down to offer a hug to his son, which gladly wrapped his small arms around his neck.
Maybe he shouldn't have asked if Ziggy wanted to help him with dinner. The apron was too big and he was terrified that his son was going to trip and hurt himself. “Yo, let me fix your apron, cool?” Jives knelt down by his son and wrapped the long ends around and folded the length just so that it would all hold together, tying a double knot so that it wouldn't come undone without his help.
“Thanks dad! It was s-starting to t-trip me,” his small freckled face smiled up at him and Jives just ruffled his hair.
"Alright my little man, I need you to take the vegetables as I cut them and put them in the bowl, cool?” Jives motioned for Ziggy to step on the stool next to the counter where he had set his cutting board down with the vegetables. He kept the knife away still, just because he was a cool and relaxed dude, didn't mean he was negligent.
“Okay!” Ziggy ran over to the stool and in his excitement almost toppled over.
Catching his son and making sure he was safely on the step stool he sighed, “Little man, you gotta be careful.”
“Okay dad!”
Once he was sure Ziggy wasn't going to fall down or hurt himself he grabbed the knife from the knife magnet on the wall. He would have to find a new home for the knives once Ziggy got a little taller. For now it was fine. Slowly he cut the vegetables as Ziggy told him about some of the shows he saw on television. He was really big into super heroes right now. So when Ziggy called the carrots he slid into the bowl ‘sportscandy’ he had more than a few questions.
Apparently Iceland came out with some weird show that was part live-action, part healthy-living, part weird puppet show. Ziggy thought it was great, even if the show was a little older. Jives was alright with this, the show didn't seem too questionable, and if it got Ziggy excited to eat some vegetables that was fine by him.
He wouldn't let Ziggy stir the noodles in the hot water, but he did help Ziggy help him with the sauce. He just didn't want the spoon to jerk and have a disaster happen. Ziggy thought it was great, like holding hands while holding a spoon.
Once dinner was done and they were seated at the table he looked over at Ziggy. “Hey little man, you alright?” he bumped his son's chair with his foot.
“What if I don't like the sportscandy? How will I grow big and strong then?” big sad blue eyes looked at him from across the table.
“Well, we just find some you like. There's more sportscandy out there than just carrots, cucumber, tomato and lettuce. I'm sure we can find one sportscandy you'll absolutely love little man,” Jives smiled at his son.
Reassured, Ziggy ended up eating all his salad and all his pasta. He liked it more than the last time they had pasta and he says it was because he helped cook. Jives couldn't help but agree with his son. Dinner tasted much better made and eaten together.