A/N I'll say Danny and Jazz are four and five here because that's just what I picture in my mind. It's also when I picture Jazz really trying to start acting like an adult (and an overbearing sister.)

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Missed Adventures of the Kiddie Kind: 3rd installment.

A Fear of Flights.

Amity Park; a happy, haunted place to live. At least, that's what the Fenton family hoped when they set their sights on the city. Jack and Maddie Fenton had packed everything up for a home much more suitable than their first; an increasingly crowding condo. Their two fast-growing children Jazz and Danny made the couple realize the time was right as their eldest, Jazz, would one day want her privacy, meaning her own room. With that in mind, having come across the three-story building with an attic that might as well qualify as its own floor, the Fenton's scrambled with enthusiasm to strike a deal. Thankfully, it paid off, and the Fenton family had the deed in less than a week.

Having such a large house presented challenges, though. Jazz had taken to wondering around, unhindered by any child restraints and baby gates she came by. When Maddie was not paying attention, Jazz would slip away unaware of her mother's concern's. Danny, on the other hand, was very apprehensive of the new home. It bothered him that he and his sister no longer shared a room and that his parents were farther down the hall. Add to this a flight of stairs not required in their previous ground-floor abode, and subsequently his fear of heights, and the boy was overwhelmed. He insisted on being carried up and down the stairs, so much that Maddie had given up on placing a baby-gate there. She figured that when Danny was comfortable with the changes, he would conquer the stairs. Meanwhile, it gave her one less thing to worry about for a while.

It wasn't until a quiet, sunny, Saturday afternoon that Jazz decided the time had come for her baby brother to conquer his fear. Knowing her daughter's determination, Maddie picked up a clean load of laundry to fold in the living room, occupying herself with it and keeping a close eye on her children.

A few items folded and Jazz had coaxed Danny to the base of the stairs, teddy bear in tow. Unsure of what his sister was planning, Danny hesitated from the start.

"Jazzy?" Danny asked, "What are you doing?"

Jazz hopped half way up the stairs, "I'm going to teach you how to go up the stairs on your own."

Danny's eye's widened, "No! I don't wanna do that!"

Jazz put her hands on her hips, imitating her mother's stern posture, "You have to learn someday Danny, you're four! You're gonna be a big boy soon. Just take baby steps."

"I'm no baby! I don't need baby-steps!" Danny replied.

Jazz huffed, "Well, it can be big-boy steps, but only if you climb these stairs, because big boys can climb stairs."

Danny gave a mumble, refusing to accept that standard.

Jazz frowned in thought for a moment. "What are we gonna do?" She asked herself. Then, she darted down the stairs to collect a tea-party plate left askew by a previous game of make-believe. Back up the stairs plate in hand; Jazz raised it above her head and proclaimed, "Danny look! Look up here! It's the moon! The moon is at the top of the stairs!"

"No it's not," Danny replied, irritated and confused. "The moon is in the sky, and it's too big to hold in you hand," Danny stated matter-of-factly.

"It's pretend, Danny, you have to imagine," Jazz proclaimed.

"Imagine?" Danny repeated.

"Imagine; that means make believe. So imagine you're an astronaut, and this is the moon! Now blast off on your rocket and reach it!" Jazz shouted.

"Oh, okay!" Danny shouted, lifted his leg and-

-put it right back down again…

Jazz deadpanned and hunched her shoulders in a comic display of disappointment.

Danny bit his lip, "I'm scared, Jazzy…"

Jazz perked her lower lip, trying not to be frustrated, "Why are you so scared of stairs?"

Danny stomped his foot, "I am NOT scared of stairs!" He paused, then traced imaginary lines on the floor with his big toe, "…I'm scared of heights…and falling."

Jazz calculated her brother's confession. "Either way," she began, "you have to beat your fear's."

"How?" Danny asked, he voice let on that he was stressed out.

"With make believe! Do you know what astronauts do before they blast off?"

Danny blinked, "No…"

"They do a countdown! They say Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one, blast off!"

Maddie paused mid-motion on a shirt she was folding. 'Little miss smarty-pants…' She thought with pride.

"Do they?" Danny asked. "I don't think I can remember all that…What's it for?"

"Well, we'll do a countdown for each stair, starting form ten."

"But I don't know that…" Danny whined.

"Well, by the time you get to the top, you'll have conquered your fears and learned how to count down from ten." Jazz held out her hands, "What do you say? Wanna try?"

Stiffening his lip, Danny took a deep breath and nodded.

'Maybe she'll be a teacher…' Maddie mused.

"Okay then," Jazz climbed down the stairs to hold her brother's hand, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, blast off!"

Danny hopped on up to the first step, his eyes shut tightly.

"Danny?" Jazz asked softly, "Open your eyes!"

He did, "Hey, I made it! I made it! Let's do it again!"

…A few moments later...

Two stairs from the top and Danny was counting down with Jazz, no problem. Maddie had long finished her folding, and stood halfway up the stairs, prepared at any second to interfere if her baby-boy should fall. She bit her lip to stop herself from calling out a phrase of caution, fearing it would distract him. But, as her baby boy came one-step away from the landing, she couldn't help but express her pride with a few cheers.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" Danny and Jazz said together, and Danny successfully reached the landing.

"Touchdown!" Danny shouted, no doubt an imitation of his father.

"No Danny, blast off!" Jazz said in a vain effort to correct him.

Danny ignored her, preferring to spin around, "Mommy, Mommy look I…Mom, Mommy I'm up too high!" The boy wobbled on his feet.

Maddie wrapped her arms around his waist without a thought pulling him into a hug. Letting him down, Danny regained his balance and stood apart from his Mother much more comfortable with the height.

"It's okay, baby," Maddie said, soothingly.

Danny looked at his mother stubbornly, "I'm no baby! I climbed the stairs, I'm a big boy now."

Maddie suppressed a joyful laugh, "A big boy you may be, but you'll always be my baby-boy." She pulled him into a bear hug, picked him up and faced the stairs once more, "And you can reach any height you want to Danny, you don't have to be afraid of falling." 'I will be there to catch you.'

Danny glanced down the stairs nervously, but with ever amounting gusto. "No, I don't have to be scared." He squired in her arms, "Put me down now, I want to climb down all on my own."

Maddie's nerves stirred, "Okay, but hold my hand on the way down since it's your first time."

"No!" Danny said, "I don't want any help!" He glanced once again down the stairs, dizziness made him wobble. He grabbed his mother's leg, "Okay, maybe I could hold your hand just a little…"

Maddie bit her lip to suppress her laughter. "Okay, baby. Now, we'll take this one step at a time…"

A/N Hope you liked it! Took a lot tweaking to get this in good enough shape, I think all the dialogue was giving me trouble...

You know the funniest, smallest things in the world make little boy's think they're all grown up. For my big brother, when he was really little his revelation to manhood was that he- "wears cowboy boots" and goes "pee-pee in the big boy toilet."

For me, I thought I crossed the line into adulthood the first time my dad called me a smart a$$. I was eleven and proud of it! XD

Thank you for reading! Have a good whatever-it-is-your-time! :) Constructive criticism is always welcome!

-wbBg.