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“Dean, no,” Tyler said firmly.
“I wanna try it,” Dean whined.
“I said no. Stop asking.”
His son’s scowl fiercely rivaled Wednesday’s. No matter how much he wanted it, Tyler wouldn’t give in.
It had been a calm afternoon. In preparation for his father-in-law's upcoming birthday, he was baking the cake. Gomez told him it wasn't necessary as he could ask Lurch to do it, but Tyler didn't mind. Cooking and baking had always been a passion of his and he was more than eager to hear everyone's thoughts on this latest creation. He took a simple chocolate cake recipe and tweaked it.
Dean had wandered into the kitchen, immediately curious. He wanted to help, even tried to recruit Nimbus until Tyler told him not to hold the cat against his will. Eventually, he just picked his son up and set him on the counter, showing him how to properly crack an egg and how to dump in the dry ingredients without making a mess.
All was going well until it came time to use the vanilla extract.
Dean liked the smell and tried to sneak a taste of it. Tyler quickly put a stop to it, taking the bottle out of his reach.
“But it smells good,” Dean pouted.
“It won’t taste good,” Tyler shook his head.
“Yes, it will.”
“ No , it won’t.”
“Yes, it will,” Dean said stubbornly.
“What are you two arguing about?” Came the voice of Wednesday. She was behind him, observing.
“Daddy won’t let me try it!”
“What won’t he let you try?” Wednesday stalked closer, inspecting the bowl with a wrinkle of her nose.
“Vanilla,” Dean said.
“Vanilla extract ,” Tyler corrected. “I told him it won’t taste good but he won’t listen.”
“Then let him try it,” Wednesday said plainly. “He will learn.”
True , Tyler conceded.
All Dean heard was that his mother was in his favor, so he nodded, beaming. “Yeah!”
Tyler studied his son critically. “You really want to try it?”
“ Yeah! ” Dean tried to grab it. Tyler held it out of reach, taking a spoon out of the drawer to give him a tablespoon. Knowing the outcome, he didn’t want the rest of the bottle to be wasted.
It was finally time for the moment of truth. Dean’s eyes lit up and he shoved the spoon into his mouth. Almost instantaneously, his son’s enthusiasm vanished and he was grimacing.
“See,” Tyler said pointedly. “I told you.”
“Now do you see why your father told you no?” Wednesday said. Dean nodded.
Sighing fondly, Tyler picked his son up, hovering him over the sink. “Spit it out.”
Dean did as he was told. “That’s yucky,” he said, still making a face.
“It’s not meant for you to drink it,” Tyler booped him on the nose. “Do you want some juice?”
Dean nodded. Once he was on the ground again, Wednesday handed him his favorite cup so he could get it himself. Tyler nearly laughed at how fast Dean seemed to gulp the apple juice down.
He turned back to the bowl so he could get back to stirring. He could hear Wednesday instructing their son to slow down.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you would have listened.”
Tyler shook his head, smiling to himself. Kids .