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Indoor living-room play area, afternoon sunlight streaming through a window. Dak stands mid-twirl on the rug, blond hair bouncing and giggling, surrounded by scattered colorful blocks, a small toy drum, and a pile of soft pillows.
Dak toddled across the rug, blond hair bouncing. 'Dak attack!' he cheered. He zoomed past blocks and tapped a drum. 'Go, go!' He twirled, giggled, and landed in a cozy pillow hug.
Dak kneels on the nursery floor under bright morning light, tongue peeking in concentration, placing a final block atop a rainbow tower. Fallen pieces lie around the rug, showing the earlier tumble.
Blocks stacked tall like a rainbow tower. 'Stack attack!' Dak said. The tower wobbled, then tumbled—clatter! 'Uh-oh,' he whispered, smiling. Little hands rebuilt, slower and steadier, until cheers popped: 'Ta-da!'
Dak stands on a wooden step-stool at the sunlit kitchen sink, cheerful grin, rinsing a rescued grape between tiny fingers. His favorite sippy cup and another grape rest on the countertop beside him.
Snack time sparkled. A grape rolled away. 'Snack attack!' Dak laughed, gentle feet pattering. He caught it, washed it, and nibbled. 'Share?' he asked the air, placing one beside his favorite cup.
Soft golden lamplight glows in Dak's bedroom at evening; plush toys and patterned blankets cover the bed. Dak balances on tiptoe by the nightstand, smiling sleepily while one hand lowers the dimmer switch.
Evening yawned soft and golden. 'Night attack—snuggles!' Dak whispered. He tucked toys, patted blankets, and dimmed the lamp with help. 'Good night, room.' Hugs happened, lights faded, and dreams tiptoed in.