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2010
Running a university is definitely not a walk in the park.
Throw in a pair of rambunctious 4-year-old tornadoes, and you've got a recipe for chaos.
As the dean of Elemental University, I was already wrestling with the weight of academia, student welfare, and the ever-looming elemental shenanigans. It was a role that had me feeling like a superhero—exhausted yet deeply fulfilled.
But mixing dean duties with dad duties? That was like trying to juggle flaming swords while riding a unicycle. My daughter Thalia and her best friend Aurelia were pint-sized bundles of curiosity and endless energy.
One fateful afternoon, as I was gearing up for a faculty meeting, the girls decided it was the perfect time for a "redecorating" spree in my office. Books were having a party on the floor, papers were on a wild adventure, and my prized elemental artifacts were now part of a whimsical fort.
Keeping my cool was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. "Girls, can we not do this right now? Just play quietly somewhere else?"
"Can we play in the chemistry lab, Dean Vanadium?" Aurelia's big blue puppy eyes were practically impossible to resist. "Daddy said we should ask you."
I could just picture the chat they had with Xeno. Poor guy must've been so stressed he passed the baton to me. Thanks, buddy.
"No, sorry, Aurelia. The radioactive waste monster is on the prowl down there when the students are MIA."
The girls gasped, their imaginations running wild with the campfire tales that had them avoiding the basement like it was a haunted house. No radioactive monster on my watch!
Thalia pondered for a moment. "Can we play in the computer lab then?"
"Not a chance, Thalia! Students are working hard in there. If you disturb them, the monster might just come looking for you!" The two exchanged a look that mixed thrill and fear. "Okay, dad," Thalia whispered, "We’ll play it safe."
With their adventurous spirits contained, I let out a sigh of relief. "How about the lawn outside my office? It’s sunny, and you can run wild!"
Their faces lit up like Christmas trees. "We can pretend it’s a jungle!" Aurelia squealed, her imagination already soaring.
"Exactly!" I chuckled, loving their creativity. "But remember, jungles can be sneaky—stick to the path!"
Off they dashed... well, Aurelia floated (she’d just discovered that objects weren't the only things she could levitate), leaving me to tackle the mess in my office. As I picked up the chaos and restored order, I couldn’t help but smile at how these little moments with the girls, while messy, brought so much joy and magic into my life.
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