It was a bright, sunny, Saturday afternoon. The eight year old Polly and nine year old Dean were happily watching TV. Sammy was in his crib, taking a nap. Nothing was going to disturb the peace. Right?
"Hey, Dean where do babies come from?" asked Polly suddenly, a unreadable look on her face.
"Oh, uh, what was that? Coming mom!" blushed out Dean, obviously disturbed.
"Mom didn't call! Now tell me, where do babies come from?" Polly said, impatiently, though trembling from holding in laughter. The look on her face showed she wouldn't take any crap. Although Dean was one year older, Polly was tough to beat. Dean knew he had to cave in.
"Uh, when a man, uh, loves a, uh, woman-----" started to say Dean, when Mary called.
"Dean! I need you! Your turn to do the laundry!" yelled Mary.
"Oh thank god!" muttered Dean, finally pleased for once to do the laundry. "Sorry sport, mom needs me!" said Dean's face still tinged with red. He happily ran out of the room, knowing he just dodged a bullet.
"Sucker!" thought Polly with a smirk on her face, with a tape recorder in hand.
"I'm gonna use this for blackmail sooner or later!" Polly thought as she collapsed in fits of giggles.
Note: Please R&R! This is my first fanfic, I would really appreciate some advice! And if all goes well, a new one will be up by tomorrow. Also, if you have any story ideas, feel free to tell them!
