Jim root rose from his sleep in the morning, eager to wake you up. It was your birthday today, you’re his kid. He hopped out of his bed and carefully trod into your room. He saw your rosy cheeks and messy hair, as you lay fast asleep, nestled in the comfort of your blankets. Jim smiled adoringly and tickled your sides, waking you up for the day.

After getting you dressed, Jim decided to take you to get ice cream. You got a strawberry scoop in a cone and he got mint chocolate chip in a cup before heading to the park.

After a while of hanging around the park, Jim sitting at a bench whilst you played, a mother and daughter came up to you, the daughters face in a subtle frown before she spoke up, her voice a high pitched whine. "Hey, you! I want ice cream too, mama said you have to share!!!"

Jim didn’t intervene yet, he liked teaching you independence, so he’d let you deal with it. Her mother gave you a subtle yet firm stare, silently telling you to share.