"Mom do you have an egg?" "An egg? What type? Easter, chocolate..." "Mom a goddamn breakfast egg..." "Oh there's some in the fridge why?" "I need it for school." She chuckled, and Joey smirked. "Laugh it up chuckles..." "What?" She smirked, and handed him an egg. "So its for science I perceive..." "Why yes how did you know?" "Uff son you have it easy... An egg is nothing... You try being annoyed day and night by this stupid electronic baby... He was like a robot baby... And damn he never let me get any sleep..." "Why?" "I was 10 then..." "Oh... Did you have partners?" "Absolutely." "Who was your partner?" "Chris..."

A while later, Joey smiled. "This is gonna be a piece of cake... Its just an egg." "There's alot more to parenting than that son... Its tough believe me..." "Oh really?" "Yes it is son..." "Pretend child... That's a laugh... Pretend husband and wife... That's a huge laugh..." "How about real child, real husband and wife?" Damn, he was outsmarted by his own father. "Mom dad is parenting hard?" "Well, depends on the child..."

Joey's POV

The next day, I looked at my egg. It was bright and shiny, and it looked kind of adorable dare I say... I named it Egward, and my pretend wife giggled. "What? That's our fake son's name. Egward." "Egward is a ridiculous name..." "But its MY son and I get to name it whatever I want!" "No it is not!" "I think I'll leave with my child!" "Who cares?!" I left, and dad gave me a surprised look. "You ok?" "Yea I'm fine... Poor Egward misses his fake mommy..." Dad picked it up, and smiled at it. "Don't worry little buddy..."

That night, I set Egward down in his little crib I made for him. It was like a real one, but much much smaller... I tucked him in, and saw a little tear on it. "Don't cry Egward..." I picked it up, and rocked it. "I hope your mother decides to come back to us soon... I miss her too..." I kissed it, and didn't notice mom and dad watching me. They were whispering, and mom smiled at dad. "He's growing up so fast... Look at him he's so responsible..." "Ik Aviva..."

The following morning, I put a little bit of hair on Egward's head, which was seriously just my facial hair. I had been shaving that morning so I glued it on his head. He looked cute, so I added a some cute baby eyes, a nose, and a mouth on the egg. I also grabbed a piece of cloth, and made some clothes for him. When I came for breakfast, mom giggled when she saw the egg. "Gosh that egg looks like he isn't an egg... And are those your hairs?" I laughed, and dad started laughing with coffee in his mouth. "What's his name?" Martin asked, and I smiled. "Egward..." "Egward Kratt... Has a funny ring to it." "I just realized it too mom thanks for realizing it first." She shook her head laughing, and I picked up the egg. "Come on little buddy, time for school. Gotta catch the bus..." "Your father will take you today..." "Yes I just need to put on my..." "Chris you're wearing your shoes..."

On the ride to school, I looked at my fake child. "You seem so focused on your egg..." "When are you and mom gonna have another baby?" "Now that's outta the topic son..." "Oh I just like how he looks... Now... When are you and mom gonna have another baby?" "Not yet son..." "Dad you say that every year..." "Fine... Your mother is expecting a baby..." "That's great!" "Yea... Hows it coming along with your egg?" "Good. Except he misses his mommy..." "What happened?" "His mommy and I fought, and well, he wants his mommy." "Oh Egward those types of things happen anywhere... Especially in relationships..."

That night, I take my fake son out for a walk. I guess I looked pretty dorky because some people looked at me while I walked by them.

A month later, I awoke to some chirping noises. I looked at it, and it was my egg, hatched. I dressed quickly, and ran downstairs. "Mom! Dad! Guys!" "Why in so much of a hurry its only 6am?" "No mom something happened to my egg!" "What happened to your egg Joey?" Martin asked me, and smirked. "Its a chick!" "A girl or a baby chicken." "A baby chicken!" "I thought I gave you an edible egg not a real one..." "Well it isn't mom!" I showed her the chick, and then the hatched egg. "Ay the little things..." She smiled, and dad smirked. "Well well my boy is now a real father to a chicken..." "Well not entirely... He's not a rooster bro..." "Ik that... I'm not..." Mom gave him the signal that meant shut up already to him.

When I went to class, the teacher asked me, "Joey were is the egg?" "It hatched Mister..." "How?" "I dunno..." "Then why is everybody else' egg eaten or thrown at the wall?" "I dunno..." "Well, Joey, congratulations u r the only one who completed the assignment... Now hand over the chick." "No!" I held the chick against me, and he tried to pull it away from me. "Give it Joey." "No! Egward is my fake child!" Gosh, now I know what mom felt like when her parents tried to take me away from her and dad... "Its too much responsibility for you." "I don't care! All people want is to kill a loved one! And how do I know? I went thru the same thing!" I returned to my seat, covered in tears. Egward hopped into my shirt pocket, and fell asleep. "Yea... Take a nap son... You're safe with daddy..." I petted him, and he chirped sleepily. "Go right ahead son... Daddy's right here..." He felt my warmth, and fell asleep on me. The joys of being a parent...

When my chicken was a year old, I met my baby brother Isaiah. He was the cutest baby, and when I saw mom and dad's happy faces, I remembered when Egward hatched himself into an chick. I wanted to take care of Isaiah, to prove that I am a responsible father. "Joey you can help out your father... He wants to be a responsible father too..." "Ok..." "I'll start you off..." Mom handed me Isaiah, and dad set him in my arms right. I rocked him, and felt happy. I was holding my baby brother... The one I had been waiting for 12 years of my life...

As he grew up a bit, he became fond of me and thought I was his father. I kept telling him the man with the green jacket was his father, but he ain't listen to me. All he wanted mom for was for his milk... Nothing else... I started to part myself from him, and now that I am 13, I had to start looking for a girl... Isaiah didn't like it when I left, so he cried everytime I left. I felt bad for taking mom and dad's child, so I tried to spend my time away from him, but he didn't like it at all. Mom stresses out alot now...

A/N An egg huh... you think that is easy? you try rasing a child of your own joey my boy... its not the same *smirks*

Joey: OH be Quiet...

Me: NEVA! *laughs*

Joey: Weirdo...

ME: oh look who is talking... *gives hima noogie*

joey: Dont touch my hair! *fixes it*