Age 6: Melissa sighed as she pulled into the driveway, all three kids in the backseat; shopping had taken a lot longer than she'd anticipated and now the boys had missed naptime. It wouldn't have been a problem usually but the Hales were out of town and Isaac just didn't trust anyone else enough to watch them. She also desperately needed to get the shopping done so, this time the boys had gone with her. Melissa loved all the boys dearly but Heaven have mercy, Stiles was an absolute nightmare sometimes if he got too excited. What made it worse was that of course, as he got sleepy, he got hyper, like his mind was going into overdrive with the effort to stay awake. As she started bringing in the groceries, the boys all ran inside and started to take out the toys.

"I wanna play with the truck!" Isaac cried out suddenly.

"You played with it earlier! It's my truck!" Scott countered.

Melissa sighed and finished putting away the food before heading off to the playroom; she leaned in the doorway just in time to see Stiles push apart the other two boys, Scott losing his balance and landing on his butt.

"What's going on in here?!"

"Isaac won't let me play with my truck," Scott whined, pointing to where Isaac had the truck clutched to his chest.

She crossed her arms, "I thought you boys promised to not fight with each other. How come Stiles had to separate you two?"

Stiles helped Scott back to his feet, "They were both pulling on it and I didn't want it to break, I knew Scott would be really upset."

"I just wanted my toy, I wasn't hitting him or anything Mom!" Scott pouted, glaring at Isaac.

Isaac blinked quickly and turned his back on Scott, "You said I could play with your toys! I wanna play with this one right now!"

"Okay, I think you boys need a timeout-"

"Moooooom!" Scott wailed, turning to face her with wide, teary eyes.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Isaac called out as well.

Stiles looked down at the floor, afraid to say anything and get in trouble too; as it was he wasn't sure if he was included in the timeout. He was almost always the one in timeout for various reasons and maybe he was in trouble for pushing Scott too hard. Since he often talked Scott into mischief, Dad had given Miss Melissa special permission to put him in timeout if he deserved it. That way Stiles knew that he was going to be held accountable for his actions, not get a free pass just because it wasn't his house.

"Scott, Isaac, put the toys down and go into the kitchen where I can keep an eye on you," Melissa ordered. She watched as he handed Stiles the special truck and hurried into the kitchen, not wanting to cause any more trouble. Scott followed as well, sighing as he stepped into the kitchen. "Okay, you know the deal, get a chair and pick a corner."

Isaac waited for Scott to pick his corner before dragging his own chair over to the cabinets (Scott chose near the window). He looked down at his hands and sniffled, Isaac had worked so hard to not cause trouble here, to be wanted and now he was in timeout again. This was only the second time but the first time that it was really his fault- last time it was because Stiles had talked them into digging in the yard for fossils. That had been a really, really bad timeout!

"M…Miss Melissa?" Stiles called out, head poking into the kitchen.

"Yes Stiles?"

"Can I um… sit at the counter… I don't wanna be in the toy room alone," he mumbled, stepping further into the kitchen.

She saw that he had a small box of crayons and one of the coloring books, so he was going to be occupied and not bothering the other two boys. "Yea, that's fine."

Stiles nodded and hurried to the counter, climbing up onto one of the high chairs and setting his coloring stuff in front of him. Melissa watched to make sure neither of the other two boys tried to communicate with him and that was when she saw Scott's head dropping.

Scott was looking out the window, occasionally seeing someone walk by with a dog, or cars drive by. But sitting there in the quiet kitchen, his brain started to shut down; he didn't get his naptime so he was super tired. His blinks got longer and longer, his chin dropping down onto his chest- every time his head would drop he'd wake up and look forward again.

"Scott, no sleeping."

"'K."

Melissa went back to washing the vegetables and saw that Isaac was leaning his forehead against the cabinet doors, "You either Isaac."

"Hmm," he mumbled in response.

Five minutes later, Melissa sighed and looked at all three of the boys, all asleep in their chairs. Scott was the only one in danger of falling out of his chair, since the other two had something to lean against. She was only planning on having the boys in timeout for maybe ten minutes but clearly they were too tired to be punished. So instead she softly called out, "Wake up boys."

Stiles jumped up, cheek smudged with crayon, "Wasn't sleeping!"

Isaac heard Stiles call out and jumped, head looking around as he blinked, "S'going on?"

"Sorry Mom," Scott mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Let's go upstairs. You boys are just too tired, you missed naptime and that made you cranky. I'll let you sleep until just before dinner okay?" Melissa offered, helping Stiles off of the chair. Instantly Isaac and Scott were right there, the 4 of them heading up to Scott's room. Without any prodding from her, the three boys took off their shoes and climbed onto the bed so she could drape a light blanket over them.

As she left the room, Scott pulled Isaac closer to him, hugging his side, "Sorry for yelling at you."

"I'm sorry for not sharing your toys. Miss Melissa is right, when we don't nap, we get cranky… No more skipping naptime," Isaac mumbled, nuzzling into his friend.

"Well since we're apologizing, I'm sorry too for pushing you both," Stiles tacked on, cuddling into Isaac's other side.

Now that the three of them had apologized, they felt much better and easily fell asleep. It wasn't often that they fought with each other but when they were tired from a lack of sleep, they got a little cranky.