Ramses wakes up to a tiny pressure, crawling over his legs. He smiles sleepily, opening his eyes in the early morning light to glimpse his neice climbing onto his bed before he closes them again and feigns sleep.
"Wammy," she sing-songs, poking his nose with her tiny finger. "Wammy, wake uu-up!" She turns to the red plastic telephone she clutches, pressing a button that makes it ring. "Tell-phone for Wammy."
"For me?" he says sleepily, opening his eyes and grinning at her. He reaches for the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Hm? Oh? Oh really? Yes sir. You can count on me." He sets the phone down on the plastic reciever, and then looks at the little girl very soberly. "That was the president, Nani. He said I have a mission. I need to flip the world's highest pancake. Will you help me?" The toddler nods seriously, and Ramses bundles his arms around her and kisses her cheek sweetly before he climbs out of bed, carrying her with him.
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