Some shots will be focusing on Tammy now.

"Oh no! Anothew ouchie."

Hilary furrowed her brow as she heard the sound of ripping. Glancing up from her magazine, she was alarmed to see a flimsy piece of white paper flittering through the air like a piece of confetti, landing listlessly on the floor in a pile with similar pieces.

"What did she do?" Hilary groaned, putting her magazine down and sliding off the bed.

She'd been in her room reading one of her monthly magazines when Tammy had come toddling in. With the kids out doing their own things, Hilary had assumed that the little girl was simply lonely, and looking for someone to play with. Hilary would have more than gladly put her magazine down to play with her daughter, but Tammy hadn't asked. Instead, she'd just gone into the bathroom. Hilary had checked on her a few times after that, but all Tammy had been doing was sitting in the middle of the floor, playing with her stuffed toy.

Now, however, it seemed that she was up to no good.

Poking her head into the bathroom, Hilary let out a sharp gasp, alarming Tammy. "Tam, what in the world did you do?!"

"Cubby had a ouchie!" Tammy replied, holding up her stuffed toy. It was covered in bandages, real bandages, with their discarded wrappers and wax backs piled up behind the little girl.

"Sweetie, you shouldn't put band aids on a stuffed toy!" Hilary sighed, crouching down and tugging at the band aid that was splayed across the bear's forehead. "They're going to get stuck!"

"But Cubby had a ouchie," Tammy repeated.

"Apparently he had lots of ouchies," Hilary sighed, looking the stuffed toy over. "How many band aids did you use?"

"I dunno," Tammy murmured.

Hilary caught sight of the band aid box on Tammy's other side. She reached over and picked it up, peering into the small box and finding just three wrapped band aids left.

"A lot of them," Hilary groaned, smacking her forehead. "Tammy, how many times has Mommy had to tell you not to waste these kinds of things? We need them in case somebody actually gets hurt!"

"I was payin- pwetend, Mommy," Tammy whined.

"I know you were," Hilary murmured. "You should have asked me to play! I would have played with you."

"Pway now?" Tammy asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes, we'll play now," Hilary giggled. "What do you want to play?"

"Doctow!"

"Still, huh?"

"Ya."

"Okay, let's go play in the living room," Hilary decided. "I think that will be a lot easier than trying to play in the bathroom!"

Tammy nodded and jumped to her feet, scurrying out of the bathroom. Hilary made sure to keep close behind, not wanting Tammy to make any more of a mess than she already had. Fortunately, Tammy made it down to the living room without any other incidents, and quickly discarded her stuffed teddy on the floor.

"Tammy, don't throw your toys around!" Hilary gently scolded.

"Sit, Mommy!" Tammy urged, ignoring the warning.

Sighing, Hilary shuffled over to the couch and sat down, watching as Tammy climbed up next to her, a toy stethoscope around her neck.

"-eck up time!" Tammy announced, pressing the end of the stethoscope against Hilary's chest.

"What are you listening for?" Hilary asked sweetly.

"Heawt!"

"Oh, okay."

Hilary sat patiently, watching as Tammy moved the toy stethoscope around. She climbed up onto Hilary's lap, sitting on her knees so that she was face to face with her mother, still "listening" to her heartbeat. Hilary raised an eyebrow until Tammy's head snapped up and their eyes were locked, greatly alarming Hilary.

"Gah!" Hilary shrieked.

"Mommy, you'ew sick!" Tammy cried.

"What?" Hilary deadpanned.

"You'ew vewy sick," Tammy repeated, lowering the stethoscope. "I cuwe you!"

"What am I sick with?" Hilary asked as Tammy clambered off her lap. "It sounds so serious!"

"I dunno!" Tammy whined, shoving at her mother's midsection. "Down!"

"Huh?"

"Down! Now!"

"Oh, you want me to lie down," Hilary breathed, quickly obliging. "Next time, ask nicer, Tam."

"Nuh uh," Tammy refuted. "You'we vewy sick. You hafta –isten!"

"Okay, okay," Hilary hushed, lying back on the couch. She turned her head and watched Tammy rummage through a box full of toys, intently looking for something. Sighing peacefully, Hilary turned her gaze up onto the ceiling, staring at the white paint. She supposed this wasn't so bad. Sure, she had no idea what Tammy had up her sleeve, but at least she got to lounge around a bit. Playing a game where she got to lie on the couch couldn't be so bad, after all.

"-ot!"

"OW!" Hilary's peace was quickly disrupted as she jumped to a sitting position, grasping her upper arm with the opposite hand. "Tammy!"

The little girl slowly tilted her head to the side. "Wha-?"

"What did you just do?" Hilary asked gently, trying to keep her voice level.

"-ot!" Tammy reiterated, holding up a plastic replica of a needle.

"Oh, you gave me a shot," Hilary replied dully. "You know, Tam, if a real doctor gave someone a real shot that hard, they'd probably get fired."

"But I pway pwetend!" Tammy crowed. "Isn't weal, Mommy."

"Well that jab definitely was," Hilary grumbled, rubbing the afflicted spot.

"I gotsta check, Mommy," Tammy announced, trying to climb back onto the couch.

Hilary sighed and lifted the child up, ending her struggle. "Check what, sprinkle?"

The toddler wordlessly pointed up towards her mother's head. Hilary knew this was playtime, but she also saw it as an opportunity to help her daughter learn.

"What are you pointing at, Tam?" Hilary asked. "Could you tell me?"

"-ead," Tammy answered, patting her own forehead.

"Oh, okay," Hilary breathed, bending over to get closer to the toddler. "You can check my head, then."

Tammy pressed a small hand against Hilary's forehead, and after a short moment of contemplation, let out a frustrated whine.

"What is it?" Hilary asked quite seriously.

"You'we still sick," Tammy murmured sadly.

"Oh no," Hilary breathed, frowning afterwards.

"Now you'we mowe sick."

"More sick?" Hilary repeated.

Tammy frowned and nodded sadly.

"This is bad," Hilary sighed, placing a hand against her cheek. "What else can you do for me, Doctor Tam?"

Tammy pursed her lips in thought. As she contemplated, Tyson walked through the front door, smiling as he saw the two on the couch.

"Aw, there are my pretty girls!" Tyson chuckled, walking over to them. He held his arms out to pick up Tammy, but the toddler had other plans.

"No, Daddy!" Tammy cried, shaking her head.

"Huh?" Tyson murmured. "How come you don't want me to pick you up, pumpkin?"

"Mommy's vewy sick," Tammy informed her father. Tyson shot Hilary an alarmed look, causing her to let out a long sigh before shaking her head. That was all Tyson needed to understand that Tammy was just playing pretend.

"Oh," Tyson breathed, tapping his chin. "Well, uh…that's no good. We have to help her, right?"

Tammy nodded her head rapidly.

"What do we have to do?" Tyson asked.

The young girl glanced between her father and mother, looking at them both for a few moments before declaring, "kiss!"

"What?" Tyson murmured.

"Daddy, kiss Mommy," Tammy instructed, pointing at her mother.

"Why?" Tyson questioned.

"What's the matter, Tysony?" Hilary teased. "Don't wanna kiss me?"

His cheeks flashed red, causing Hilary to giggle.

"You save Mommy," Tammy explained. "Wif a kiss!"

Hilary stopped her giggling and once again looked at Tyson, raising an eyebrow. This was an unusual request from the girl. She normally didn't like her parents showing affection for one another; she didn't like being left out. It was one of her more difficult phases, and now Hilary couldn't quite understand why her daughter suddenly wanted them to show affection.

"That's the only way Daddy can save me?" Hilary asked her daughter.

Tammy wordlessly nodded her head, pressing her lips into a tight line. The brunette looked up at her still flustered husband, fluttering her eyelashes. "What do you say, Tyson? You willing to save me?"

Tyson's blush dissipated as he smiled at his wife, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss against her lips. He would've loved to kiss her more passionately, but Tyson didn't want to push Tammy too far. After a few seconds, Tyson pulled away, gently touching his wife's jaw as his smile returned.

"Yay!" Tammy cheered, breaking her parents out of their trance. "Daddy saveded Mommy!"

"Heh, happy to do it!" Tyson replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

Tammy giggled and clapped her hands together. "I'ma good doctow!"

Tyson chuckled and finally picked his young daughter up, giving her her own kiss on the cheek. "Yep, the very best!"