Short Stories of a Dad

It was morning and I was sitting at the table, eating some nice waffles that was covered in honey. Octavia came in to the kitchen.

"Georgie?" My wife said while looking around.

"Yes, Octy?" I answered.

"Have you seen my cello anywhere? I can't seem to find it anywhere in the house"

Before I could answer. We'd heard some notes being played badly, though it sounded like Octy's cello. Before we could do something, the nearest toaster bleeped to tell us that Octy's toasts were ready.

"I'll do it for ya" I smiled as I got up from my chair and went to the toaster. Octavia went to see where the cello's sound was coming from. As I was done buttering her toast, I heard a gasp of shock. I carried the toast on a plate and went to see what she gasped about.

Outside in the garden was Sarah, covered in pine sap with Octy's cello stuck on one of the pine tree's branches thanks to the sap. Octy's face was just shock and surprise with her mouth almost touching the ground.

"Do you like it?" Sarah said with a smile. "I call it the 'Cello Tree'. Now mommy will have lots of cellos once the original cello hits the ground"

Octavia had no words to say. "Wha-I...Huh? How-What? I don't know what to say?" I walked up to her side.

"Toasts?"