"Welcome back, Team Walker!" Ed Walker exclaimed as his wife and seven-year-old son came through the door. "How was the mother-son rollerblading tournament?"
"Go ahead, Jay," Edna prompted proudly. "Tell your father how the tournament was."
Jay brandished a foot-tall trophy. "We won!" he proclaimed happily, his ear-to-ear smile revealing two top teeth missing. "Me and Mommy took first place!"
"Congratulations!" Ed's grin was as wide as his son's. "I knew you'd win after the upgrades I installed on those wheels!"
Jay giggled. "You mean the high-speed-rapid-max-swifto-quickie-velocity-momentegators on the front? Those flew off a few seconds into the race and hit me in the mouth. Both my loose teeth flew out, and Mommy wanted to stop, but I said no way, because Team Walker never quits, so we kept going and going and we won!"
"It was quite a race," Edna chuckled. "One other boy tried to push Jay off the track, but Jay yelled, and the boy got a good look at those bloody holes where Jay's teeth used to be and just about threw up!"
"So my high-speed-rapid-max-swifto-quickie-velocity-momentegators were useful after all, huh?" Ed grinned, leading his family into the kitchen. "I knew they'd come in handy."
"What's for dinner, Daddy?" Jay asked as they say down. "Because I don't think I can chew anything."
"I made soup," Ed told him. "But after that, why don't we have some ice cream? That doesn't take much chewing."
Jay grinned happily. "Awesome! Thanks, Daddy!"
"Maybe we should start calling you 'Flash' from now on," Edna smiled, ruffling her son's hair.
Jay thought about that as he ate his soup. Flash. It had a nice ring to it.