"Boy, get your butt outta the car!" Reno tried to keep his voice calm, gritting his teeth and reaching for his six year old pressed against the floor of the car, shoved a bit under the seat.

"Nuh uh! I don' wanna go!" He slammed a small fist on the floor, glaring hard at his Dad.

"You have 'till the counta three, 'fore I pull your butt out and give it a whack, got it?" He could barely deal with his own spunk and temper, now he had to deal with it in a tiny, wedge-able package. A small black converse swung from the floor at his hand.

"One… Two…" He flicked up to fingers, and a relatively tall redheaded child came flying at him.

"Sorry, Dad. I'm out now." Reno sighed quietly and picked him up, rubbing at the unruly hair on his head.

"It's okay, Axel. Come on, before your late for school."

"Naminé, you be a good girl for Daddy at school, okay?" Rufus smoothed down Naminé's pale hair gently, giving the girl a small smile.

"I don't wanna go!" She sobbed, clutching at his shirt. He sighed and wiped at her nose with a tissue, trying to keep smiling.

"But, Naminé, school will be so much fun! I promise you'll like it." The girl shook her head frantically, flinging her long hair around her face.

"I'll miss you, Daddy! I don't wanna go!" Her cries picked up as she wiped her nose on his pant leg. Rufus resisted the urge to cringe, strapping her into her seat.

"You have to go, Nam. I'm sorry." He slid the door shut and thumped his head against it. He hated it when she cried.

"Now, Larxene, I want you to keep an eye on Demyx, okay? He's still little so it's your job to look out for him." Larxene grinned up at her Papa, teeth shining.

"I will, Papa! I promise! …Even if he is just a stinky baby." Vexen pulled his hair from Demyx's giggling grip, adjusting the babe on his hip. No child should be able to sneer so maliciously as Larxene could.

"Pa-pa, pa-pa! Papapapapapapa!" Vexen grinned as Demyx tried to gum his jaw in a make-shift kiss.

"Yazoo! Let go of Kadaj's hair now! Thank you." Sephiroth resumed tying Loz's shoe, until another high pitched screech broke his concentration.

"Kadaj! Let go of Yazoo's hair immediately! Or it's the no-no chair for both of you!" Both boys stopped their antics, sitting down in their spot. Sephiroth blew a strand of hair from his face and re-looped Loz's strings.

"Daj! Thooo! No-no!" Riku toddled over and smacked Yazoo on the top the head, making his teeth click together.

Sephiroth tried his hardest not to laugh a bit as Yazoo burst into tears, and Riku turned to 'punish' Kadaj too.

"No-no!" He yelled. Sephiroth lunged to pick up the toddler as Kadaj swatted back.

"Loz, would you please give your brother a kiss while I talk to Riku." The pudgy boy nodded and walked over to his brother, swooping the boy up in his arms. Kadaj followed after Sephiroth and Riku.

"Riku's bad. He hit Yazoo, and me. He's the one who should be in the no-no chair." Kadaj spoke smugly from behind Sephiroth. He opened his mouth to refute the statement, but was promptly smacked in the mouth by his youngest.

"No-no!"

"Dadda! I awake!" Squall shifted his coffee carefully as Sora climbed into his lap, wild hair drooping in his eyes.

"Are you ready for school, Sora?" The boy nodded around his thumb, snuggling into Squall's shirt.

"Yesh. You go byebye, I go school." Sora nodded happily, gnawing at his knuckle.

"We'd better get you dressed then." Sora squirmed off his dadda's lap, running toward his bedroom again. Squall swooped down and grabbed his favorite yellow crocs, and a pair of jeans from the table.

"Keybey! Keybey shirt!" Squall sighed, wondering why exactly Sora was so fixated on that red shirt with the crown on it.

Not to mention why he called it his 'Keybey' whatever that meant.

"Mom! Mom! Moooom, Zack won't stop bouncing!"

Tifa groaned as she sorted through the laundry basket to find clothes, straightening and walking back into the living room, where her triplets sat in their underwear and socks. Except for Zack, who was jumping on the couch. Tseng stood in the hallway, pointing an accusing finger at his brother.

"Zack, stop bouncing. Tseng, where's Vincent?" The boy shrugged, reaching for his clothes. Tifa handed him his set, tossing Zack his own, looking around for the other boy.

"Boo!" Vincent leaped from the shoe closet, face twisted into a growl.

"Vincent, you scared Momma. Now, come here so I can put on your clothes." He lifted his arms obediently in the air. She pulled the shirt over his head, pausing half-way to turn to Zack and Tseng.

"Tseng, let Momma help you with your zipper, you might zip up your piddle-poddle. Zacky, your shirt is on backwards, sweetie."

"Mom, can Chaos come with me." Vincent's voice was muffle by his shirt, and Tifa quickly pulled it down. She bit her lip at the mention of Vincent's imaginary friend, but nodded.

"I suppose so, yes." Five minutes till they had to leave, and each kid was half dressed already.

Except Zack's shirt was still backwards, and he was bouncing again, Tseng was screaming because his piddle-poddle was stuck in the zipper, and Vincent was whispering in the closet to Chaos.

Cloud tossed Roxas up into the air, catching him swiftly and blowing a raspberry on his freshly washed tummy. Roxas giggled, but pouted immediately.

"Dad, I'ma big boy now. You can't do baby things with me, anymore." Cloud felt a slight tug on his tear ducts as his only baby boy told him this, glancing over his shoulder at his big boy bedroom, where his big boy clothes waited, so he could go to his big boy school.

"Oh really?" He swung the boy upside and grabbed him by the waist and knees, swinging him back and forth as he walked.

Roxas giggled and his cheeks flushed, squealing loudly through his loud laughter. When Cloud swung him back upright and cradled his boy to his chest, Roxas kissed his cheek.

"I'll still be your little boy, though, Dad."

Cloud really did cry then.