Praying.

He's been doing it for hours now, sitting at his little temple in the basement. You've not been able to get a response from him.

It was getting late, you were hungry, but didn't want to interrupt him. So, with a bit of hesitation, you got up and began to rummage through cupboards.

They were a bit hard to reach due to your body of a toddler, but you managed.

Unluckily, Exorspace, who just so happened to be your father, finished praying and came upstairs to see you munching on a bunch of snack cakes.

"What do you think you're doing?" he speaks firmly. "I thought I told you to go to bed."