"Hey, I'm home." The Watchdog poked his head in through the kitchen doorway where his Zbornak wife was at the stove, stirring in a pot.
"Hey, Pipsqueak." Sylvia smiled at her small husband. "Just busy with dinner."
Peepers stood on tiptoe to see and also sniff the smell. "Mmm, gumbo. Smells good." He looked around, "Where's Iris?"
"She should still be upstairs in the playroom," answered the Zbornak.
"Alright then."
Peepers headed upstairs, dropping off his paperwork in his office before heading into the playroom where their daughter would be. And of course there she was sitting in the middle of the room. Her body was purple and looked like Sylvia's, while her head was a huge eyeball like Peepers', only brown. She appeared to be chewing on something...which was not her blanky.
"...Hey, hey, hey! Iris, that's Daddy's suit!" Peepers began to scold, "You put that down now. You hear me, young lady?"
Iris only continued to bite away at the Watchdog's favorite suit. Peepers turned towards the doorway, "Sylvia!"
"You rang?"
"Iris is chewing on my suit again!"
"So? Just tell her to stop."
"I tried, she's not listening!"
She chuckled to herself, "You have to roar at her to get her attention."
"Are you kidding? I'm not roaring!"
"Well, what'll happen if I wasn't here? You have to learn how to do it, don't you?"
Peepers sighed in frustration, "Fine~" He had to learn it one way or another, if it meant getting Iris to pay attention to him when he needed it. He turned back towards the toddler whom was still biting the suit, took a deep breath and... let out a feeble growling noise.
Iris blinked. And blinked again, before turning her attention back to the suit. Peepers jolted around at the loud snort from his wife, "STOP LAUGHING AT ME!"
"Seriously? What was that?" Sylvia laughed again.
"I was trying to roar!"
"You call that a roar? You sounded more like a dying cat!"
Peepers turned more red in the face, "I'm a Watchdog! What did you expect?"
"Not a dying cat!"
"Will you just get up here and help me?"