Natasha's daughter, is 4 years old, is also kinda short.

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Natashas POV

Me and my daughter were in the kitchen in the compound making cookies when she suddenly threw a handful of flour in my face and then jumped down from the kitchen counter which basically gave me a heart attack because she's really small and it's really high compared to her height but she ran right off.

Mommy mommy you can't catch me she yelled running into the living room.

I started running after her with a little flour in my hand so I could throw something at but not as much because she's a sensitive soul.

Baby where are you, there you are I said and looked under the coffee table.

Ahhhh she screamed and ran out from under the coffee table and started to run off again. I caught up to her and threw the flour on her very gently and guess what she started crying.

Mommy you threw flour on my head she said while crying.

Baby come here I said and picked her up

Baby you can't do something and not always expect to get something back look how much flour you threw on me and look how little I threw on you and I didn't start crying when you threw flour on me okay baby I said to her.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes then placed her hands on both of my cheeks and gave me a kiss.

I'm sorry mama I love you she said laying her head on my shoulder.

I love you too baby always remember that I said kissing her head and started walking off to my room.

Can we take a bath together? Mama, she asked me.

Of course baby I said.

When we got in the bath she just laid her head on my chest and started sucking on her thump and going to sleep.

I took her thumb out of her mouth and kissed her forehead.

Sleep baby I said and started to wash her hair.