A/N: Sup, guys? So this collection of one-shots will help fill in some blanks between my stories (yea, they're kind of connected), and it's also an outlet for all my ideas that're way too short to make into a story.
Note: The twins won't show up until later because in my mind they moved to Peaceville when they were about seven.
Anyway, read on...
Laney wobbled to her feet, watching a year and a half old Corey walk almost effortlessly towards the tiny, blue haired lump in a nearby cradle.
Lenny looked up from his fixation with the fishes on the wall to see his little sister using the miniature, plastic chair for support as she stood. Deciding to show his sister how to walk (he'd learned a week ago), Lenny crawled over and yanked on her dress. Laney pushed him away. He just frowned, tugging her dress again. She fell beside him and went to pull his short, red hair.
Lenny had already stood up, stumbling towards the couch about three feet away. They vaguely heard someone shouting in excitement, but Laney was much to busy trying to do what Corey and Lenny were doing: walking.
She was so influenced by trying to best the older boys, Laney managed to stand and walk a few steps before falling. Corey had abandon the strange new thing, bumbling over to help his best friend who was now crying. Lenny sat beside her with a expression that said, "Why is she crying?"
"Up," Corey insisted, grabbing Laney's hand and trying to pull her to her feet. Lenny got the idea. He push against her back until she was standing.
Lenny babbled to Corey. His best friend nodded.
Corey and Lenny each took a hand and led Laney. Giggling, they stumbled to the crib that held the five month old, blue haired girl. The siblings' eyes got wide when the baby looked at them curiously.
"Who?" Lenny mumbled with a little trouble. Corey frown as if he was thinking hard. What was it that the adults had called it?
"Carr-wee," he said, and smiled at his accomplishment. Laney stared at this 'Carr-wee', wondering why it was so tiny. She glanced to her brother, who was reaching through the wooden bars to touch the girl's hand.
Suddenly engulfed in a parade of hugs from their parents, they peered down at the infant. Lenny concluded right then that no matter what, he was going to learn more about this thing in the crib. Later though. Right now he was much more interested in the attention he and his sister were getting.
Corey was still on the floor, watching Carrie make strange sounds of contentment. He stuck his arm in the crib like Lenny did and brushed against her little hand. The baby grabbed his hand.
For a moment, Corey was amazed. The thing was intelligible after all. He thought maybe they could play together, all four of them. Maybe they could teach her to walk.
Then Carrie bit his hand with gummed teeth. Corey jerked back in disgust. He suddenly disliked the idea of her walking with them, much less playing alongside him. The baby was still interesting, but he would never put his hand in there again. Ever.
Lenny was sat back down beside him. Corey turned to his best friend as he showed off his hand.
"It bad!" Corey declared as he pointed towards the crib. Lenny shook his head, sticking his hand back into the cradle for example. Carrie took his thumb, and sat up. Babbling happily, she gave his hand a light tug that made Lenny laugh.
Corey pushed his friend over, jealous that the baby liked him more. Carrie started to cry, causing a flock of parents to fly over. Much to the disappointment of the children, the adults decided it was naptime.