Troy set Ryan down on Rebecca's lap that Saturday morning and shook his head as his oldest sister grumbled. She was just on the couch, watching her morning cartoons like every other week. Meanwhile he had already fed, changed, and dressed Ryan for the day. Rebecca couldn't do much with the baby because of her sprained ankle, but Troy was at least expecting her to help out while his teammates came over to train and talk about what they would have to do to help Dr. Oliver and get their morphers back.
He decided to invite them all over to his house for the day. It would be a change of pace from always meeting up either at the Brainfreeze, the command center, or the Moran's house to talk strategy. He also figured Gia and Emma would like a break from all the Ranger action taking place at their home, where their mothers were vulnerable. While Troy wasn't fond of potentially bringing trouble to his sisters, he figured it was only fair he offer up an alternative.
"Just keep her entertained while the others are here."
"You realized I gave up my baby so I wouldn't have to do this," Rebecca said. Troy put a toy in her hands.
"I've done everything else. There shouldn't be a problem. Just see if you can make her laugh or something. Mom's been trying for weeks."
"You mean I could be first?" Rebecca asked and then looked down at Ryan and smirked, "Oh, you're laughing for me."
Troy rolled his eyes. Right at that moment the doorbell rang. He was surprised to see all his friends had arrived at once, and they brought more people with them. Serena, Kevin, and Mia were with the teens and they looked ready for some training. Troy furrowed his brows.
"Umm…"
"We heard about what happened," Kevin explained. "We think we might be able to help."
"Seriously?" Troy asked as he invited everyone inside.
"You might not be Samurai, but there's got to be a way to tap into the power still inside you," Mia nodded her head. She had a look around the house and then pointed back out the door, "But, um, while in training, this might get a little messy. Especially with the earths and waters. Maybe we should head out to the park or the woods or something?"
"I… uh…" Troy looked over to the living room. He didn't want to bring his sisters along to somewhere open to train, worried Vrak would be able to find them and he would cause more trouble. But he also couldn't let the house fall apart while his parents trusted him at home alone. He also couldn't leave his sisters alone. Ryan was just a baby and Rebecca couldn't take care of her by herself for an entire day. Especially not with a sprained ankle.
He sighed and tapped the stroller in the hallway, "Alright, but we're going to have to take this. The only reason I suggested we train here is because my parents are gone this weekend. We'd have all the space we need to talk."
"Talk? With…?" Kevin pointed to the living room where Rebecca and Ryan were playing together.
"She knows. She won't cause trouble. Rebecca, c'mon. We're going to the woods."
-Megaforce-
"That's not how you put a diaper on," Riley said to Mrs. Goodall as she watched over the older woman's shoulder. Mrs. Goodall was struggling with Jesse's diaper as she tried to remember the best way to keep the baby still and secure the diaper around his bottom all at once.
"It's been, what fifteen years since…"
"I had to do this," Mrs. Moran watched from the couch and chuckled.
"I changed some diapers."
"More often than not, I remember you'd let Emma run around naked because it was easier to clean up the mess than change the diaper."
"It was."
"That's backwards! Elmo's not supposed to be on his pee-pee!"
Mrs. Goodall looked up at Riley and then down at the baby again and groaned. The diaper was backwards. There was too much in the front and not enough in the back.
"If you're where the new pink Ranger comes from," Riley shook her head, "Then mommy's definitely going to win the pink Ranger fight."
"Emma is a perfectly good pink Ranger," Mrs. Goodall finally figured out the diaper and secured it around Jesse's waist. She lifted him up, checked to be sure there would be no leaks and then started to fit him back into his clothes.
Riley shook her head and sighed. She looked down at her brother, "Don't worry, Jesse. I still know what I'm doing."
"I told you, you needed practice," Mrs. Moran chuckled as Mrs. Goodall took Jesse in her arms and walked over to the couch. She fell back into it and let out a frustrated sigh.
"I don't remember Emma moving around that much."
"Once she figured out how to walk, it took both Joe and I to hold her down and strap that thing on her," Mrs. Moran chuckled.
"I thought Gia was the difficult child."
"Gia would take her diapers off and flush them."
"Wow. And daddy calls me a handful," Riley climbed up on the couch, "So, what are we doing now?"
"It's a nice day out," Mrs. Moran suggested, "What if we went out to the park? I think there's still a stroller in the garage."
"You still have a stroller?" Mrs. Goodall asked.
"I want grandchildren," Mrs. Moran shrugged her shoulders. She took Jesse from Mrs. Goodall and walked over to his diaper bag, "I'll get the kids ready for a day outside. Claire, can you get the stroller?"
Mrs. Goodall nodded and made her way out to the garage. Riley helped Mrs. Moran figure out what was best to take with them to the park for Jesse. When they were all set and had everything they needed, they made their way outside. They found Mrs. Goodall on the driveway struggling to set up the old stroller. Riley hit her hand against her head.
"This might take longer than diaper changing."
"They make these so complicated," Mrs. Goodall frowned. "Where the hell is the baby supposed to go. This isn't his size?"
Mrs. Moran set the baby's car seat in the stroller. It fit perfectly. Mrs. Goodall rolled her eyes.
"Alright, fine, my inexperience is showing. I never used to take Emma for walks."
"What did you do?" Riley asked.
"I went on expensive trips."
"Mommy and daddy make expensive trips sometimes," Riley smiled. "Expensive trips to the toy store, expensive trips to the grocery store, and sometimes expensive trips to get gas. That one is funny, because Jesse's got a lot of free gas. That's what mommy says."
"Yeah… that's what I did," Mrs. Goodall nodded her head. Mrs. Moran flashed her friend a little smile.
"You're back now, that's what counts."
"Come on slowpokes! I don't have all day!" Riley cried out from the end of the driveway, "Are we going to the park or not?"