A/N: I know it's been so long and I'm sorry! It has been so long because some bad stuff happened, but I'm getting over it and coming back to writing. This chapter isn't really long, but I promised that I would tell everyone before I upped the rating to M. Next chapter will be M, because I can't get the kitchen table out of me head. All I'm thinking about now is that smutty scene playing out.

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The day had been long. Really fucking long. It had started off okay. Until that patient decided to code and J.D. turned up twenty minutes late. Because my son wouldn't let go of his hair. I managed to get said patient stabilized with Carla's help, and J.D. finally showed up. He showed up looking like his hair had been mugged, but at least he came. So it got a little better. Then it all went to hell again with Carla's twenty questions and J.D.'s personal hair nightmare. I actually, oh god!, love the man(boy, child), but it is just hair. Of course I made the mistake of saying that to him, and he hasn't said a word since.

'He doesn't complain when I mess it up in bed, why is he mad if it's crazier than usual.'

"It's not the same." It was the first thing he'd said directly to me in hours. And I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.

"What?"

"It's not the same." I watched as he waved his hands at his hair and then between us. "You know."

"No, I don't know." I whispered.

"Sex hair."

"Excuse me?" Well that got my attention. And made me glad Jack was now in bed.

"It's different." He huffed. "It's different when we're alone in bed. Or wherever." Fuck he's cute when he goes pink like that. "I like when you mess with my hair. It's sexy. There's a reason why I've never liked other people messing up my hair. Get it?"

It took a few minutes for his words to sink in. When they did I got up and backed him into the wall, watching his eyes darken slightly with every step. I took in his reaction as I grabbed his hair and jerked his head back. The, now, black eyes, flushed cheeks, small gasping breaths, and the shudders that passed through him. "It turns you on." I whispered into his ear while pulling him toward the bedroom. "I can live with that. As long as I'm the only one that get's to do this, I can live with it." My last coherent thought was that new discoveries are fun.

\o/J.D.J.D.J.D.\o/

"And to think, for a second there I thought you didn't get it." I murmured, snuggling into the warmth beside me.

"It may take me awhile, but I'll always get it." I heard as I hazed into the dark.

I woke up to light filtering through the curtains, a cold bed, and the sound of Jack screaming. Not a good way to start a double shift. For either of us. I stopped in the kitchen doorway when I saw Jack throwing a full blown tantrum on the floor. I looked at Perry sitting calmly at the table. "Because?" I waved my hand over Jack before stepping around him and sitting down.

"We have forty minutes to be out the door and at the hospital."

"True."

"So I've made breakfast."

"It looks delicious. Thank you."

"Jack wanted ketchup for his eggs."

"That's normal."

"So I got it out of the fridge…"

"Good start."

"And squirted some onto his plate. Next to the eggs."

"And the problem is?" I did a small drum roll on the table before waving my hands in his direction. A smile flashed across his face before he slumped in the chair.

"He wanted it drizzled over the eggs. So I drizzled it. Still not happy. Jack shouted that they were ruined. Well, he said wuined, but it's the same thing. He started to whine when I told him that I wouldn't make him more eggs, because I wasn't going to waste food."

"I agree." I saw the surprise cross his face as I leaned in closer. "I babysat a lot when I was a teenager Perry. I think I know something that might work." I leaned back and made sure Jack would hear what I said, "I'll eat Jack's eggs."

"NOOOOOO! I'LL EAT THEM! I'LL EAT THEM! THEY'RE MINE!"

"Works every time." I smiled at Perry as Jack tried to climb into his seat.

"How did you know that would work?" Perry asked, strapping Jack into the high chair.

"One of Dan's girlfriends. She had three kids. Yes she was a hot mom." I smiled at him. "It was an accident that I found that trick. I usually babysat for them when they went out. I can't even remember what we were eating, but I plated one thing wrong for the oldest. Threw a tantrum. Told me to make it again and do it right. I refused and told him to eat the other stuff, said I'd give the food to his youngest brother. He threw another tantrum and then said he'd eat all of it. He didn't want his brother to have what he saw as his. Even if he had given it up a minute before. Interesting lesson, I've used it ever since." I laughed at the look on Perry's face. Now that was Priceless moment look. I started to dig into my food. We didn't have long.

"JD?"

"Hmm?" I looked up.

"You amaze me."

"Oh." Crap. Now my face was priceless. How does he do that?

A/N: The egg story actually happened to me. My first job was being a daytime nanny to two little boys. The youngest was 19 months and the oldest was 5 at the time this happened. We only had forty minutes to get the oldest out the door and to school. (Luckily just up the block.) I made their breakfast and by the time they were set to eat we had around 20-25 minutes left for the 7-10 minute walk. He asked for ketchup so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed it, and ran back and put some on his plate. BIG MISTAKE! He said he wanted it drizzled over, so I did. He started to scream and cry, "It's ruined! It can't be on the side and on it too! Make more." I refused, I wasn't going to waste food(still won't). He then told me his mom would do it. I replied with, "No she wouldn't. We have actually talked about things like this before."(he pulled stuff like that with her a lot). So I told him to eat his toast, I'd make more of that if he was still hungry. He threw back in my face about not wasting food. So I said I'd give the eggs to his brother. BIGGER MISTAKE! He didn't want his brother to have what was his. "I'LL EAT THEM!"

I'd always thought it was the little kids who always wanted what their older siblings had. Until "The Egg Incident" I didn't know it could go both ways. You live, and learn some very interesting lessons.

The plating thing happened too.

(NOTE: I wouldn't have let him starve, there were other things to eat with the eggs. But I wasn't going to make more just because he didn't like ketchup on the side of the plate and over the top of the eggs.)

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