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One time, when Nora was 4, Steven and Connie had just returned home from a dinner date and walked into the kitchen to find her staring at a flaming oven.
Connie bolted towards her daughter and pulled her back. With a quick motion she grabbed the fire extinguisher from beneath the sink and blasted the oven with tons of CO2 foam. Nora’s eyes lit up with amazement until she realized what happened.
“No no no!” She whined. She tried to run to the oven, but Steven held her back.
“Where’s Spinel?” Connie asked “she was supposed to be watching her!”
“Honey, where’s your babysitter?” Steven asked Nora. The little girl pouted, arms crossed, but eventually pointed to the countertop where Spinel’s poofed gem was lying in a puddle of melting ice cream.
“Nora I’m glad you’re okay,” Connie reassured her daughter before she shifted to the Maheswaran scolding voice “but you know you should not be playing with the oven.”
“Wasn’t playing!” Nora stomped her feet.
“Then what were you doing?” Steven asked her. The little bundle of energy jumped out of his arms and yanked open the oven door.
“Cookie Cats!” She gestured to cookies she had poured from the cookie jar haphazardly onto the bottom of the oven. It did indeed seem like a child's attempt to create cookie cats. Ice cream containers were left on the counter. A bag of flour had been ripped open improperly and it's contents spilt all over. Random cooking utensils were strewn about. The cookie jar was emptied off all the cookies.
“Steven, I don’t think that’s what she’s upset over.” Connie kneeled besides her husband and pointed to a scribble on Nora’s paper that looked like “hPPY AVrsUrY!” The pieces suddenly fell into place as Steven recalled Nora asking them about why they were leaving when Spinel arrived to babysit. Spinel had just started explaining Anniversaries to her when Steven and Connie were on their way out the door. "It's like a sort of shared birthday except they're celebrating it nine months before your birthday," were Spinel's exact words that rattled in Steven's head as he thought back to him and Connie running out the door to make their reservation. Steven would have a discussion with Spinel about tact later.
