A/N: Little drabble that came to me.
Master Splinter heard a knock at his door followed my the sounds of grunting and crying. It could only have been one of his sons. His smallest and presumed youngest son Michelangelo. While his other sons have been speaking quiet well for the past month Michelangelo has not started speaking yet. When he opened the door his small son began to tug at his arm.
"Eeo, Aph," Mikey squeaked out.
"What is it my son?" Splinter said even though he knew it son would not respond.
Mikey pointed in the direction of the kitchen as they and tried speak, but no words came. "F-food," Mikey said his already large blue eyes widened more.
Before Splinter could congratulate his youngest son, he saw his two eldest sons had made quiet the mess they were sitting eating what they were supposed to have for lunch that day.
"Twouble," Mikey said point to Leo and Raph.
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