Mischiefs

“Seth! Get your butt over here and help me fold the laundry!” Anette called out in her large apartment and waited for her sons answer.

“But Mom, I just got home from school, I am tired!”

“Your excuses does not work with me, I expect you to help me when Johan is not home!”

“Fine!” came a short reply as the twelve year old opened his bedroom door and walked towards the living room, where his Mom held Mio in one arm and the laundry basket in the other.

“You start while I put Mio down on his play mat.” Anette said and put the basket down on the table before she carefully lay her youngest son down on the floor with his favorite toys. He gave a loud sound of protest, but soon quieted down as Anette handed him a fluffy lamb, his favorite at the moment. The boy grabbed on to the soft toy and started chewing on one of its legs.

“There you go sweetie, Mommy will be done soon.”

Anette straightened up, grabbed onto a pair of jeans and started folding.

Another door slammed in the distance, but this time, the sound of much lighter feet could be heard.

“Mommy!”

“What is it, Nemo?”

The three year old appeared in the doorframe with a sweater tied in a knot over his shoulders, looking suspiciously like a cape.

“Mommy, FLY!” Nemo yelled and jumped up and down with his arms in front of him.

“But Mommy has been flying with you all day, sweetie, and now she is tired.”

The sad pout on her son’s lips almost made her cave. Almost…

“But Mooooooooommy!”

“No Nemo, you have to wait, Mommy is busy.” she said calmly and put the last of the laundry in the pile in the middle of the table before she crouched down to check on Mio.

“I am done, can I go play videogames now?” Seth asked as he picked up his newly washed t-shirts.

“Yes of course, thanks for the help.”

Anette watched as Seth disappeared down the corridor before she turned to the toddler on the play mat.

She sat her son up and picked up a small, red ball that she carefully threw into his lap. Mio giggled and grabbed onto the toy before he tried to throw it himself, but his grip loosened and the ball landed in his lap again.

“Come on sweetie, you can do it. Throw it to Mommy!”

Mio squealed and started hitting on the toy. The ball moved slowly and with a little help of his feet, the boy managed to kick it towards his mother, jiggling his small body in the process.

Anette caught the ball and praised her son for succeeding.

Suddenly she heard a loud thud and turned around.

The large pile of folded laundry had somehow ended up on the floor. Anette’s eyes landed on the culprit, a small boy with a cape over his shoulders.

“Now Mommy fly!”

Anette rolled her eyes before she rose from the ground and bent forward to pick up her three year old. She put one hand over his chest and the other one on his knees, and leaned him forward. She lifted him to her waist level and started swinging him back and forward. When he started to giggle, she lifted him higher and moved him up and down.

“Yep, just another wonderful day.” Anette thought as she kissed her son on the cheek before she put him down and returned to the laundry on the floor, folding it with a big smile on her lips.

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A/N

This might be the fluffiest story I've ever written! It's so cute, I had to calm myself down while I wrote this. 

I'm not used to writing fluff, so review please :)