"This is Mouse, and that is Jojo, and this is Romy!" Jane explained to her little daughter Moira.
Little Moira clapped her little hands enthusiastically together and made a little kangaroo-hop dance move while singing enthusiastically and out of tune to a Christmas song on the internet radio.
"Jane!"
All of the sudden the sweet but muffled voice of a woman came from behind the front door.
"Maura?" Jane called out to her wife, "Why don't you come in?"
Jane and little Moira heard a deep sigh from behind the door, "You better not ask me this question now, Jane. Please hurry and open the door, love!"
Curiously why her wife Maura Rizzoli-Isles couldn't open the door her self Jane walked to the door and opened it.
Jane's eyes went wide as she saw her wife standing before her, well as much as she could see of her wife that is.
Little Moira giggled, "Maman is packed like a donkey mommy, that's why!" She joyfully clapped her hands.
Jane helped her poor wife to get rid of the heavy load of bags with packages and put them on the ground.
The tousled, but at least 45 pounds lighter, puffing and slightly panting woman entered the home she shared with her wife Jane Rizzoli and their 6-year-old daughter Moira, and as disheveled as she looked Jane had that strange feeling that whatever was going here it had to do with her mother.
After a much-needed hair comb, a new outfit and a cup of coffee right before her nose, Maura was finally able to tell the tale of her mother-in-law and the splendid idea this mother-in-law had to redecorate these years Christmas-tree. With various package full of all she would need to redecorate Maura had made her way home, after leaving Angela Rizzoli behind with friends she met while they were Christmas shopping.
"She left me with not only our stuff, but hers too! Hers, Jane! Maura took a sip of her coffee. "If it wasn't a crime I would have killed her!"
"Maman can kill grandma and can get away with it!" little Eva remarked wisely, noticeably proud of her maman.
"Moira, maman won't kill anybody. Maman is far too smart for that. She wants Christmas presents and when she kills grandma she doesn't get them!"
"Yes yes, you all make fun of me!" Maura whined, "But I was so tired, and the bags full of packages weight tons!"
"Hives, maman!" little Moira said wisely.
"You know what, my little Christmas elf? You sit here on the couch and Moira and I will unpack the packages!" Jane said to her noticeable stressed wife.
"Maybe Mouse, Jojo, and Romy will help us, mommy!" little Moira said enthusiastically.
Maura looked questioningly at her wife, "Who's Mouse, Jojo, and Romy?"
Little Moira pointed at three figures in front of the Nativity scene, "This is Mouse, and this is Jojo and this one is Romy!"
Maura looked from Moira to Jane and shook slightly her head, "How can you teach our little girl this shit!"
As soon as the word shit left Maura's mouth their, very wise for her age daughter said, "Mommy, maman said a dirty word!"
Maura had at least the decency to blush, while Jane fell into a fit of laughter, and as little Moira made the remark, "Am I the only one that is normal here!?", Maura joined in.
And because, even the smartest 6-year-olds, are just that..6 years old, little Moira used the word shit at Christmas evening while the whole Rizzoli's and Isles's family were present.