"Hey, Reagan! I need to talk to you!" Danny rolled his eyes as he closed the door to his Jeep and watched his cranky, old neighbor, Clinton Mallord, stomp down the street. It had been a long day at the 5-4 and the last thing he wanted to do was listen to his neighbor gripe about whatever it was that had him fired up at the moment.

"What can I do for you Clinton?"

"YOUR kids stole Artemis."

"What?"

"YOUR kids stole my goat statue, Artemis! It's bad enough that they snuck into my yard and painted his… manhood… blue. NOW they have stolen him!"

"Clinton, my kids did now steal your goat. Do you see a goat around here?"

"I'm telling you. I saw your daughter out with her friends Friday night and I know that your sons had a sleepover. It had to be one of them."

"Look. I'll talk to them if it makes you feel better, but I'm telling you, my kids don't have Artemeetes."

"Artemis!"

"Whatever."

Danny rolled his eyes and made his way inside, thinking that he was probably going to kill his kids if they did have something to do with the missing goat statue. "Hey! I'm home!"

"In here," Linda yelled from the kitchen. "How was work?"

"Where are the kids?"

"The boys are out back in their football gear, practicing their tackling techniques, ie pommeling each other to the ground and your daughter hasn't gotten home from swim yet. Why? What's up?"

"Oh I just got chewed out by Crabby Clinton Mallord because he thinks one of the three stole his goat statue."

About that time, Grace walked through the front door.

"I'm hoooome!"

"She is just like you," Linda laughed, looking to Danny.

"Kitchen!"

Grace joined them, dropping her gym bag right inside the kitchen door. "Hey. What's up?"

"Did you and your pals take something from Mr. Mallord's yard?"
"Well hello to you too, Daddy." She walked to the refrigerator to fix herself a drink.

Danny smirked. "I'm sorry. Hi Gracie. How was your day?" He slung an arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head.

"Fine."

"Good. Did you steal Artermortis?"

"What?"

"Clinton's goat. Did you and your pals take his stupid goat with the blue balls?"
Grace and Linda both cracked up. "No. We did not steal a blue balled goat." Jack and Sean walked in as Danny stood, looking at their sister, trying to decide if he believed her or not. Grace noticed Jack's eyes go wide with the mention of the goat, so she was 99% sure her brother was involved and weighed the option of selling him out or blackmailing him but decided on keeping his secret. "I did however see a goat, mounted atop the Harrison's lion statue. I wouldn't have known that's what it was but Meghan Trainor's 'Let's Marvin Gaye and Get It On' came on the radio when I passed it and it made me laugh."

"So you didn't steal the goat?"

"I most certainly did not steal the goat, Detective."

"Boys?"

"Did we do what?" Jack asked innocently.

"Dad, nobody stole the goat. Clearly it was just relocated. What once was lost has been found. It's in the Harrison's yard. If you want me to go get it and take it home, I will. I can't promise I won't tell him he's insane, but I will take it home if it means we can stop talking about that crazy, old man and his goat with blue balls."

Danny squinted his eyes, trying to read her. "Lose the attitude."

"Stop talking about goat balls." She turned to Jack before Danny could speak. "Jackers, come on. Help me relocate the humping goat."

"Ella Grace!"

"We'll be back." With that, she and Jack bolted out the front door.

"They stole that goat."

Linda looked at him skeptically. "Danny, she said she didn't do it. I believe her."

"She may not have done it but I guarantee you she knows who did. And if I had to bet, it's the curly headed kid with glasses that she drug along with her. Am I right?" he asked, looking to Sean.

"I'm going to shower."

"Uh huh. See. Told you."

"Well, nevermind now. They are returning it."

Later that night after the boys had gone upstairs for the evening, Grace made her way into the livingroom to find Danny and Linda, cuddling on the couch.

"Ew. Parentals, separate please," she said with a rather disgusted look on her face as she wedged herself in between them.

"What do you want?" Danny asked as he began poking her in the ribs.

"Stop it!" she cackled, trying to grab his hand. "Mom! Help!"

"Danny, stop," Linda directed, coming to the aid of her daughter. The tickle war finally ceased as Grace made herself comfortable in between her parents.

"So, I have a request."

"Uh oh. What's that?"

"I would like permission to go out on my first date tomorrow night."

"What?!" Danny panicked. His heart was not prepared for that. His only girl had just turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago. He knew this was inevitable, but he was at least hoping to delay it for a while.

"You said when I was sixteen I could start dating. Well, I've been sixteen for over three weeks now and I'm ready. A wonderful guy has asked me to the movies and I want to go."

"Who is this boy?"

"Parker Phelps. You know him. He's on the boy's swim team."

"Remind me."

"Parker Phelps. Tall, brown hair, amazing a…" Grace temporarily pointed at her abs and then thought better of it.

"Amazing what?" Linda laughed.

"Nothing. He's just awesome. Can I go?"

"I don't think it's a good idea," Danny said. "Why don't you wait a while? Like until you're twenty-two?"

"Dad…"

"How old is he?"

"Eigh…" Danny's head whipped around. "Seventeen years and four hundred- twenty-two days." He sat in thought for a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. "He's eighteen?!"

"Daddy, you're three years older than Mom."

"I don't want you dating a senior. No. Find someone your own age and you can have a playdate."

"Mom!"

Linda looked to her panicked daughter. "Let me talk to Daddy. You go get ready for bed. I'll be up in a minute." Grace stomped off as Linda moved closer to Danny.

"No way. She's not going."
"Danny, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later…"

"I'm good with later," he interrupted.

Linda rolled her eyes. "You promised her she could go on a date when she turned sixteen. Newsflash: She's sixteen. And I know Parker Phelps. His dad is an orthopedic surgeon at St. Vic's. He's a good kid."

"I need to run his license."

"Danny!" Linda frowned at him before he finally relented.

"Ok… but can we make it a double date or a group date? I don't want her going off alone on her first date…"
"How about if Nicki comes?" Grace yelled from the top of the stairs.

"You're supposed to be getting ready for bed!" Linda yelled back.