Bee was crying again.
Right about now should be feeding time, so maybe Daddy Miles probably mixed up the baby food with some "natural alternative" or another again. He's always been insistent about raising their kids healthy, and while there was nothing really wrong with that, he really needed to learn to hold back sometimes. As they always say, moderation is key.
Trucy sighed. She thought being married to Daddy Phoenix for a year would have taught Daddy Miles all about kids and parenting, but Trucy had been adopted into the family already as a school-age child, so neither of them have any experience with babies.
Fine, Bee was already one year old. Still looked like a baby bumblebee, though. Cutie pie.
Auntie Maya was not much help, either; granted, she was a bit better with kids than the two dads, but she herself is expecting, and has been advised complete bed rest for the next few months. It didn't stop Trucy from calling Kurain Village all the time for help, though - not with basic baby care, mind, but with damage control.
Inhale, exhale, and smile. She's a high school senior; she's baby-sitted a lot before. She can do this.
Opening the door, Trucy found half-chopped mixed greens on the table, some sort of yellow porridge, and lots of goop spilled on the dining room floor. Daddy Miles was cowering on the floor making weird "Nghoooh" noises, and Daddy Phoenix was trying to wipe the goop off a crying Bee's face. It was then that she noticed as well a couple of soiled diapers left open in the crib, the cauldron with the boiled bottles already overflowing, and - "Eeeeek!"
Now there's goop all over her cape. And her brooch. And Mr. Hat.
Trucy rolled her eyes. Another disaster day in the Wrightworth family, but she wouldn't have it any other way, still. She loved her dork dads and her baby brother too much to care.
She smiled, rolling up her sleeves, as well. Time for some damage control.