Rodney winced when Laura slammed the door to the bathroom.
"I'm I getting a brother or a sister?" Sydney asked him.
"Dunno yet, Peanut."
"When we gonna find out?"
"In a month or so maybe."
"Maybe is not expectable."
"Acceptable."
"Right that's what I said. Susseptable."
"Rodney! I hate you!" Laura called from the bathroom.
"Why you hate Daddy?" Their four year old asked through the crack under the door.
"Cause Mommy doesn't like getting to see her breakfast again."
"So'kay. Daddy did that when they let Uncle Carson fly the jumper that one time. You need a fix'it?"
"No Peanut, I'm okay."
"Sydney, why don't you go see if Carson has anything to help Mommy's tummy feel better?"
She was already half way out the door.
"Laura?"
"Still hate you!"
"Did peppermint tea help last time?"
"Not really. Cute for asking though. And I still hate you."
"No, cute is when she calls band aids fix'its. I am endearingly annoying."
She came out still looking a tiny bit green.
"And just about everything else she does is cute. you i hate."
"Why do you say that when pregnant?"
"Cause you started it."
"When did i say I hate you."
"Not the talking, Bright Boy. The pregnant part."
"Ohhh yeah... I did, huh?"
"You can stop grinning like an idiot now. And get me some mint chocolate ship ice-cream."
"Will you still hate me?"
"Yep."
"I love you too."