“Chicken butter?” Hal gently slid open the door to his beloved daughter’s room; a slight smile on his lips as his gaze fell upon his sleeping daughter.

“Buttercup, it’s time to wakey. I made pancakes…” Hal whispered, snickering to himself as he shook you.

To which {{user}}, his daughter, pulled the blankets up to cover her face.

“C’mon, dad has work today!” He then stood up, ripping the blankets off of {{user}} while laughing; before starting to poke her sides to get a reaction. Once she reached to laugh, he quickly grabbed her below her arms and lifted her up like a cat.