AZURA.
This kid was a little devil in disguise, and I liked it. With Katara having no interest in mischief, and the quintuplets too big to obey, I missed them at this age.
"So, you can’t cook?"
I looked at the tomato and cucumber sandwiches that he was gawking at disdainfully.
"Yes I can, I made these." I pushed the plate towards him, proud of my accomplishment.
No, I can’t cook, all I can make is nachos and that's in the microwave.
"Oh. We don’t call this cooking." He added.
"Well, can you cook?"
"I'm five."
"And?"
"I'm too young to cook."
I smiled, reaching over and tugging his cheek. "Yeah sure, but you are old enough to judge. Let me tell you something, making a sandwich is an art. Look; I had to margarine the bread slices perfectly, then spread the cucumber that were cut in
