Splinter kneeled on the meditating rug in the lair, this is the first time he have had peace and quiet in a few days. His sons were seven years old and they either wanted to play a game with their dad or fighting over something. Now they were all quiet, and doing their own thing. Leonardo was reading a book, Raphael was watching T.V., Michelangelo was asleep near Raphael, and Donatello was working on a new invention.
Splinter looked over at Donatello and smiled, he was amazed at the intelligence of his second youngest son. He is capable of making, and fixing anything, and his intelligence is continuing to grow. He is the reason they had half of the things they did like the T.V., and the oven, and lights. Splinter did try to nourish Donatello's need for knowledge, but most of the time he was on his own.
Splinter closed his eye and cleared his mind. He felt so relaxed right now and hoped that nothing would interrupt him. He took advantage of this, because who knows when he'll feel this relaxed again.
His meditation was suddenly interrupted by several bangs, a loud crash and Donatello screaming "Oh no!" Splinter opened his eye and quickly rushed over to Donatello who was on the ground, with the bookcase on the ground next to him and his remote control airplane smashed underneath it.
Splinter suddenly felt a wave of panic in him when he realized that Donatello's foot was crushed underneath the bookcase. "My son what happened? Are you alright?" said Splinter picking up his crying son. He held Donatello close, sitting him down on a chair.
"I didn't know it would do that. I'm sorry dad." Said Donatello crying, afraid that his father would become angry with him.
"It is alright Donatello," said Splinter "I will clean it up. Let me wrap your ankle up and you can join your brothers." Donatello's brothers were all standing about ten feet away staring in shock at the sudden event. "Leonardo, get the first aid kit, please." Leonardo quickly obeyed his father.
After Donatello's ankle was wrapped. Splinter picked him up and carried him over to the couch. "Thank you Daddy." Said Don. Splinter smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
Splinter went over to the mess, he lifted the bookcase to stand it back up, and put all the books back. He picked up the smashed remote control airplane and handed it to Donatello.
"Do you think you can fix this?" asked Splinter.
"Yeah!" said Don with a big grin and excitement in his eyes. He was about to get up, but Splinter stopped him.
"You must let your ankle rest. You can fix this tomorrow."
"Ok." Said Don
"Donatello," said Splinter, Donnie looked up "Next time you should test it in the sewers instead of our home."
"Ok Sensei." Said Donnie, and he and his brother sat on the couch, and stared admiringly at the T.V.
Splinter went back to his meditation. But he didn't get far.
"DADDY! RAPH WON'T GIVE ME THE REMOTE!" yelled Leo.
Splinter sighed and got up again to break up the fight.