A/N: Thank you all for the suggestions, they're oh so lovely and have gotten my imagination going, but I've promised myself that I'd get a couple challenges done before going on to more turtle kids snippets. So, here's one of two from The Light of Reason: Have Casey teach April a lesson instead of the other way around.
Disclaimer: April and Casey are not mine and probably never will be.
Their mittens were on the floor again, innocently sitting there soaking up slush that was still mucking up the hardwood. Why don't boys ever listen? She couldn't count how many times she'd told Michelangelo and Raphael to put their mittens on before going out. It was ridiculous; she was starting to feel like their mother. It was winter and the farmhouse saw plenty more snow then the city did, it was common sense to put gloves or mitts on when going out. They didn't seem to have any trouble with the concept back in the city, but apparently two certain turtles suddenly got very forgetful once in the country.
"Why don't they ever listen?" April asked the room, despite Casey being the only one within earshot.
"Hm?" he grunted from the living room chair, barely turning his head toward her as he kept his eyes glued to the t.v.
"Raph and Mikey." she clarified, bending down to save the boys' gloves from drowning in the melting snow and brushing off what she could. "Even if I tell them a second before they go out, they never put their mittens on. They leave them behind and come back after 10 minutes to get them or come back in later almost frostbitten. I swear they're going to lose some fingers one of these days and they don't have that many to begin with."
Casey just shrugged and turned his head back. "They're teenagers, they don't wear that stuff."
"Teenage boys wear gloves, and the guys wear them back in the city without being told."
"Oh yeah? How many have ya seen? When I was a teenager I didn't wear any unless Ma threw 'em out the door at me. And in the city it convers 'em up. No one's gunna see 'em out here."
"Leo and Don don't need reminding."
"Look, if yer that worried about it, jus' throw them at 'em next time."
"What would that do?"
"Jus' throw 'em, trust me. They got Leo fer a brother, nagging's not goin' to do nothin'."
April leaned back for a moment, considering what Casey had told her. 'Just throw them.' Well, it would certainly get the point across. Green eyes found the slushed floor again, looking over the wet blobs as they made themselves at home in the entryway, some globs even trailing into the living room and kitchen. Casey told her that he'd mop it up and yet, two hours later, he was watching the hockey game. Actions speak louder than words huh? With that April went to the closet, grabbed the mop and returned to the living room. She then went up to Casey, blocked his view of the television, and dropped the mop into Casey's lap before leaving again. It was very satisfying to hear him groan and scrape himself out of the chair.
