Wowww. my brain's on a roll! new stories are just popping into my head every hour! Just a small drabble i thought of while watching my niece color. Yea...this story sucks ass, i kno...but i'm just really bored, so what the heck? Lets upload it!

"Winry! Pass me the yellow!" three year old Edward called from across the table.

"No way! I'm using it!" she responded.

Winry, Edward, and Alphonse were all seated at the Elric dining table, drawing pictures they needed for preschool. They were assigned to draw five things they loved, and five things they hated. Trisha and Sara sat, watching their children bickering over the crayons, as two year old Al sat in the middle, seemingly ignoring the whole thing.

"You know what? Fine! You can have the stupid yellow! I don't want it anyway!" Ed yelled, throwing the withered stump of yellow at the girl.

"Hey! Mommy! Edward said a bad word!"

"Did not!"

"Did too! You said 'stupid'!"

Ed pointed furiously at her.

"See? You said it too!"

Winry, not having a plausible argument, scrunched up her paper and threw it at Edward's face. He scoffed, then he, too, rolled up his half-colored picture, and sent it soaring across the table.

Soon enough, the children were standing on their chairs, ripping off pieces of paper, then scrunching them up into balls to use for weaponry. Little paper balls were flying every which way at extraordinary speeds. Edward soon ran out of paper, and grabbed an unsuspecting Alphonse's drawing right from under his hand. Al stopped his coloring, looking up at his brother surprised. His large gray eyes soon watered up, as he broke into cries.

"Hey, no fair!" Winry called out, grabbing more of Al's paper.

So there they were, Edward and Winry throwing small paper projectiles, as Al sat there wailing between them as they stole more of his pictures.

Ed grabbed a crayon, bent over, and sketched some nonsensical scribbles down. Finishing in a matter of seconds, he held it up, showing it to Winry, yelling

"Look! Here's a drawing for one of the things I hate!" Winry gasped.

"Hey! I don't look that ugly!"

The picture was simply a large malformed circle as the head, a small blob for a body, and five yellow lines sticking straight up, supposedly being the hair. Edward hopped from one leg to the other on his chair, hands raised up holding his masterpiece.

"It's Winry! It's Winry!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is NOT!"

"Is TOO!"

Suddenly, Ed's chair jerked sideways from under him. His legs kicked, and his arms flailed in an awkward attempt to stop the inevitable fall. A loud THUD! was heard all around the house. Quickly, Sara and Trisha got up from their seats, running into the dining room to find Winry atop her chair laughing hysterically, Al still crying, and Ed on the ground, moaning and holding his head in pain. They both held their heads disappointingly.

"Oh boy…"

Awwwww poor Al. he's so cute. i love writing fics of the old days where Ed was still so immature. so nice. warm and fluffy feeling! REVIEW PLEASE! :D