Disclaimer: Percy Jackson & the Olympians, or anything in the Marvel-verse ISN'T MINE. As much as I'd like it to happen, life is life...
Note: for those of you who haven't read "Of Babies and Moms", you should do so first, as this is a sequel, but if you don't want to...*shrugs* this will focus on Beatrix.

Beatrix happily snuggles into her bed as the lights go off, all ready to sleep...that is, until she hears talking in the room next to her.

(Inherited enhanced hearing is sometimes very useful.)

"She's cute." Auntie Thalia comments.

"Of course." Mama agrees, "She's my daughter." She further adds.

"She has my hair," Papa offers.

"She's growing so big..." Auntie Annie murmurs, "I can't believe she's going to elementary school tomorrow."

Wait.

School.

Tomorrow.

Oh no.

Bea's sleep is increasingly restless that night.

The next morning, Auntie Nat comes to wake her.

"Wake up, kiddo, the sleeping-in technique doesn't work on me, you know that."

Well, it was worth a try, not that it worked anyway. Maybe she can convince Mama and Uncle Tony? They'll listen to her.

She knows they will.

"Okay, Bea, time to go to school!" At least Auntie Annie is trying to be cheerful...not that it works; she doesn't want to go to school.

Auntie Thalia groans for some reason; "Remember when we joked she'd become a mini-Percy?" everyone nods; what is that about? "I think we just jinxed our life."

All the others get scared, and Bea wonders what this is about. Mama is nice. Why are they scared that I am like Mama?

(Unfortunately, Beatrix Grace-Jackson didn't know what a hellion her mother had been in childhood).

Right before they are about to get into the car to leave, Bea begins wailing, "I don' wanna go to school!"

Everybody immediately begins trying to calm her.

"You get to learn things," Uncle Bruce calmly, but not unkindly, informs. Auntie Annie nods rapidly.

"You get to poke people with pencils?" some people shoot Auntie Thalia exasperated looks.

"You get to do activities?" Uncle Steve tries.

Then, as one, almost as if this is practiced, they turn to Mama and Uncle Tony.

"You get to one-up other kids with your incredible knowledge?" her uncle says, but it comes out more like a question. Auntie Pepper hits him over the head for that.

"Bea...come with me for a bit, dear." Beatrix dutifully obeys. After all, surely Mama has some kind of plan to help her?

Once they are in the Tower, she bends down to her daughter's level.

"School is complicated. It's sometimes pretty horrible, but then it's awfully nice too sometimes. Like Uncle Tony said, you get to one-up others, and," she thinks for a bit, "You have activities. Of course, you have to sit on a desk for quite a while, but lunch break is a righteous reward. You don't want to miss the fun of lunch breaks, do you?"

Mama always praises these "lunch breaks", so Bea shakes her head that no, she doesn't want to miss them.

"Then you should go to school."

Weeks later, Papa asks how Mama convinced her to go to school.

"She said the lunch breaks are fun – they are!"

There is a collective facepalm. Beatrix doesn't know why: Mama was right.

Mama is very smart.

A/N: Yes, lunch breaks! And little Bea behaving like what I think femPercy would as a kid. Review and tell me what you feel about this.