"That sounds dangerous," notWash muttered, "I'm not sure I want you jumping so high. At least without a helmet."
Wash opened his mouth to contest him but found himself partially agreeing with him which made him angrier.
"Uh-I'll watch you. Just to make sure you don't get hurt. Because I'm your dad and that seems like...a dad thing to do," Wash finished lamely.
"I'm your dad," notWash said in soft contradiction.
"No you're not," Wash said and his face said no argument in its expression.
"Do you want me to fix something for you, Maxine?" he continued, undaunted and ignored Wash's incredulous expression.
"No. She doesn't. She can make cereal. I'm having cereal. She knows how to make cereal," Wash said firmly.
"Why don't we let Maxine decide. I can make you eggs, bacon, toast, biscuits. I think I can scrounge up some fruit as well. A glass of orange juice or milk. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Maxine. Would you like that or...cereal?" notWash asked boldly.
Wash stared at her. Surely Maxine wouldn't agree to eating meat or dairy. Wash was behind in knowing her dietary habits, of course.