Mr. Popo nearly wailed in dismay as he noticed that once again the Son children's clothes were too short at the wrists and ankles. He would once again be forced to make new clothing since the twins' sewing abilities - to put it mildly - sucked.

For the first two years they were here, they had pretty much remained static at the same height, and then all of a sudden, they both started shooting up like a pair of weeds. They had grown a foot practically overnight at one point.

Training over the last several months had been somewhat difficult to deal with as the twins were forced to deal with their ever changing bodies.

To top it off, both of them finally hit puberty, and neither of them seemed to notice that they had done so despite the rather obvious changes to Sakura's figure.

He'd been forced to give the pair of teenagers The Talk as Kami had vanished on the day he was supposed to do so and there was no knowing when he'd get back, and he had the sneaking suspicion that neither of them had understood a word he'd said.

To make things worse, the both of them had been so nice about the situation. It was unnatural. Teenagers were supposed to yell and scream, and stomp about as they threw temper tantrums, and tell you that they hated you. They weren't supposed to sit there placidly and happily thank you when you yet again told them that they had gotten the kata wrong because they'd tripped over their own feet.

He never thought he'd say this, but he would be happy when it was just him and Kami again.