Annabeth looked at the medicine cabinet. Her eye was twitching. Percy had done this just once too many times! Growling she grabbed the object and marched into the living room. "Perseus Jackson! Get in here!"
"Yes mama?"
She looked down at a grey eyed boy. "Not you, Percy, your father." The little boy nodded and went back to building a model of his home, in smaller proportions, with legos.
Her husband walked into the room hesitantly. She only ever called his full name when he was in some serious trouble. "Yes, dear?" He adjusted the little green eyed girl, Beth, in his arms. She blinked owlishly at her angry mother.
Annabeth hissed. "How many times have I told you not to squeeze the toothpaste from the middle?!"