Child Anons || Accepting
Cisco heard the voice from the kitchen, where he was preparing lunch from his son and daughter. He set down his utencils and walked towards his son’s room to see what he had built. “Wow! Look at you! That’s amazing!” Cisco beamed at his son’s creation. “After lunch, we can keep working on it okay?” He smiled, scooping his 5-year-old son and 2-year-old daughter up and carrying them to the kitchen for lunch before either could protest.