I really enjoyed righting this one xD

~Time Out~

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Mick kept playing with his lighter. The flames appearing up and dancing around; then he closes it shut and turns off the flames. Kiwi watched this for a whole hour. She reached out and went to touch it, but Len grabbed her arm.

"Mick, don't be teaching her your twisted ways of burning shit." Len growled as he picked Kiwi up.

"But, Lenny," Kiwi said, "The flames are pretty."

"Yeah, Len, the flames are pretty." Mick stated.

"Shut it, Rory. She's only three. I don't want her burning anything down." Len said as he walked away from Mick.

Later that day, Kiwi got a hold of Mick's lighter and began to do the same thing he was doing. She moved her hand over the flame. As soon as the flame touched her hand she yanked it away.

"Ouch!" She shouted as she dropped the lighter-the flame still glowing. The flame fell onto the rug and began to light up. "Oops."

In the living room, Len's smelling sense kicked in, "I smell something burning."

Mark turned around from the stove, "I just started cooking."

"No, not that." Len got up and smelled. Mark, James, and Mick did the same. "Kiwi!"

They ran into the other room to see her staring at the flames that crawled around her.

"Dammit, Mick! What the hell did I tell you!" Len shouted as he pulled his Cold Gun out and shot at the flames. They instantly froze.

Kiwi gasped, then turned around and began jumping in place, while clapping her hands "Do it again! Do it again!"

"No," Len growled. "Ho-."

"I got this, Snart." James said as he walked in the room and placed a hand on his hip; all the while pointing at her vigorously with his other hand, bending over slightly. "Bad, Kiwi! Bad girl! You shouldn't have done that! You could have burned the place down! Bad girl! Give me your hand!"

Kiwi stuck out her hand; James grabbed it and slapped it slightly. Her eyes began to water and she whimpered slightly. James saw a small stool in the corner and pointed at it, "Now go to the Naughty Stool and stay there 'till we say it's okay to get off!"

Kiwi slowly turned around and dragged herself over to the stool. She sat down and faced the wall.

"That was pretty good, James." Len whispered.

"You think?" James smiled as he looked back, "I thought I was going to hard on her."

"No way," Mark stated, "That was perfect."

James mentally gave himself a high-five for his great parenting skills.

"Well, now that that's handled," Mick started as he turned away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Len asked. He pointed at another broken stool at the opposite corner of the room.

Two minutes later…

"Can I get off now? I don't wanna be on the Naughty Stool!" Kiwi shouted from the other room.

"You're in Time Out. You're not getting off 'till we say." Mark said as he stood at the doorway of the room.

She turned around.

"No," Mark spun his finger, "Turn around."

She whimpered and turned around in her seat; facing the wall.

"Well I hope you learned your lesson." Mark said, "Both of you."

Kiwi looked to her left to see Mick sitting in the corner on a Naughty Stool as well. He turned back and glared at her; she stuck out her tongue.

Five minutes later…

"So," James stated, "What have we learned?"

"Messing with fire is Dang-Dangr-."

"Dangerous. Yes, Kiwi." James smiled.

"And what have we learned Mick?" Len asked from the couch.

"Not to use fire around three-year-olds." Mick grumbled.

"Good," James smiled. He reached in his breast pocket and pulled out two Lollipops. "Here's some Lollipops." He smiled.

"Kiwi flavor!" She shouted.

Mick looked at his Cherry flavor lollipop, "Wanna trade?"