Sans watched a bit perplexed as Grace built her little hut. They were at this new park that had a building area where you build in your own little area with just thin fabric and small metal clips to hold them. To say Sans wasn't sure how to respond to what Grace was building is an understatement. To him, it looked like a bundle of different rainbow colors of fabric and metal when Grace ran back over to him, but to Grace, it looked like a masterpiece.

"What do you think of it Dad?" Grace said happily as she stopped next to him.

"Uh, colorful?" Sans somewhat answered. "I'm not even sure what 'it' is...?"

"Remember that painting I made back at the painting table?" Grace asked Sans again, ignoring his last question.

"Yeah, you wouldn't let me see it. I was only barely able to see the back when you were dating it and almost put yourself as thirteen when you're twelve. Not sure how this answers my question though." Sans said cracking a confused smile.

Grace simply laughed at his ignorance and confusion and ran back over to her bundle of color. She ran over to the side of the bundle and started to pull on a rope like a chain of fabric and clips. Sans watched intrigued as the bundle's colors shifted slightly as something happened while grace continued to pull. Suddenly at the top of the bundle, the top of a paper started to appear. At the steady pace, the picture rose until it was completely visible. Grace stopped her pulling and stepped on the left fabric that had started to pile beneath her. With a big smile, she turned to Sans, a huge smile on her face.

"Well, what do you think?" She yelled out to him.

He was speechless however at the picture she drew and the whole mechanism itself. It was a messy painted picture with Grace holding her parent's hands as Papyrus leaned over Sans' shoulder. His face broke out into a huge grin and as he started to laugh.

"Grace this is amazing! I wouldn't have been able to believe you did all this yourself if I hadn't of seen you!" Sans laughed amazed of her.

"Well, what can I say." Grace shrugged her shoulders. "I..."

She stopped and looked at the ground for a few minutes making sans slightly worried.

"Man I should stop trying to think of a fabric puns because I sure am running out of material," Grace said suddenly looking back at Sans with a wink.

Sans just giggled and shook his head. He should have known she was just setting up a joke. Grace laughed a little with him before a little sigh.

"So how are you going to get that down?" Sans asked Grace suddenly, talking about the painting.

"Like this," Grace said simply, lifting her foot holding the fabric down.

The trail of clipped together fabric she pulled suddenly retreated back as the painting disappeared from view. Grace ran into the bundled mess before running back out carrying the painting. She ran over to Sans, the contraption left in the dust. She stopped right at his feet and handed him the painting that was now rolled up because of its size. A song, however, caught all kids ears, even making some adults turn-- the ice cream truck. It drove up the street and stopped at the playground, knowing the kids there would beg for ice cream. You could almost hear all the kids pouring their hopes and dreams to their parents hoping they would bring them to the truck. However, Grace just looked up at Sans, an adorable hopeful look in her eyes. It melted his heart as he smiled at her slightly.

"You want ice cream don't you?"

Grace nodded her head, her adorable look never leaving her eyes. Sans' heart was completely melted by this point as he gave into her hopes.

"Alright, we can go get some ice- OOPH!" Sans started to say before Grace took his hand and started to drag him to the truck.

Grace ended up pulling Sans all the way to the line that started to build the truck. She bounced slightly in place, her face full of excitement. She already knew what she wanted. She wanted her favorite treat in the world. The cookie ice cream sandwich or cookie slam is what the truck called it, was her favorite for as long as she could remember. Which was actually when she was five and had her first try of ice cream, a fond memory in Sans' mind.

"Hello sir, what would you like today?" A familiar blue nice-cream monster asked once they made it to the truck.

Sans looked down at Grace who started a happy cheer.

"Cookie slam! Cookie slam!" She repeated a few times to him excitedly.

Sans looked up and smiled at the blue bunny (:3 notice my pun.) and nodded.

"Well, you heard the girl. One cookie slam please." Sans smiled.

As the ice cream man got the ice cream, Sans pulled out his wallet and took out the money needed to pay. Grace looked at it and noticed he had a picture of her in it. Before she knew it though, Grace was handed a Cookie slam. Sans paid the bunny before they started to walk away from the truck. Grace opened the package with ease and took a bite, a hum of happiness leaving her mouth. Sans noticed and smiled at her.

"You enjoying your ice cream?" He asked slightly rhetorically, with a small laugh.

Grace only grinned and sat down on a bench that was empty on the pathway. Sans stopped too and sat with her, just relaxing.

"Why do you have a picture of me in your wallet?" Grace asked in between one of her bites, looking at Sans curiously.

"Well, I like to have you around, even if it is just a picture," Sans answered truthfully.

Grace smiled at that and finished her ice cream.

"Well, I'm glad your happy dad!" She cheered and hugged him.

Sans smiled brightly and hugged back letting out a small sigh.

"I really am too...."

(Hello there! Didn't think I just forgot about this did you now? Well here is your tween stage! You guys and gals can probably guess whats next :3 oooh boy. Well I hope you have a nice rest of day or uh night... whenever... lol 

Also, the park I was talking about is a real place. A fun place I must say. I didn't build anything cool with the fabric area but I was like 10 at the time haha.)

~ <3 your author who wishes they didn't wake up so early on their day off