Mia was one. She had soft socks and big eyes. Tonight she crawled into the kitchen. Hop, hop.
On the table sat a tiny wizard hat. It was on a spoon.
“Bing-bong!” went the spoon.
Mia clapped. “Hat!” she said.
A small dragon sat by the sink. It was the size of a loaf. It wore a dish towel cape.
“Hello,” said the dragon. “I am Sir Sizzle. I guard the cups.”
Mia poked a cup. “Cup!” she said.
The cup went “glug-glug” and slid away. It hid behind a bowl.
“Hey!” said Mia. “Mine!”
Sir Sizzle bowed. “A quest! We must get the runaway cup.”
Mia crawled. The floor went “tap-tap” under her hands. The bowl went “toc-toc” as Mia bumped it.
Out popped the cup with a “boop!”
The spoon-wizard shouted, “Spell time!” It wiggled. “Swish-swish!”
The cup did a silly spin. “Wheee!” It landed right in Mia's hands. Warm milk smell. Safe. Nice.
Mia hugged it. “Good cup,” she said.
Sir Sizzle nodded. “The kingdom is saved. Also, bedtime.”
Mia giggled. “Night-night,” she said.
The hat on the spoon yawned. “Zzz.”
Mia drank. “Mmm.” Then she cuddled close to her grown-up, calm and snug.
A gentle heart and kind hands can turn little mix-ups into happy play.
