The clock beside the bed read 5:59 am, and the parents beside it were snoozing comfortably. Sally was cuddling Ned like a teddy bear while Ned had his mouth open and snoring loudly.

Not 2 seconds after the clock said 6:00, a noise woke them up. But it wasn't the alarm clock. It was a baby crying.

"WAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Ned snorted as he shot up in bed. He picked up the alarm clock and read the time. 6 o'clock. And JoJo was awake. He could tell because the two baby monitors that sat on the nightstand next to the clock showed it. The pink one wasn't making any noise, showing that the baby girls next door were still sleeping. The blue one was projecting JoJo's crying, telling Ned that his only son is now awake and wanted attention.

"Time to get up." Sally said as she rose. "When JoJo starts screaming, his sisters will follow and you know how impatient they get when they wait for me to make breakfast."

"It doesn't take that long to make 5 bowls of oatmeal and 5 bottles of milk." Ned said, smirking.

"Tell that to our 1 year olds. You better go get JoJo while I get started." Sally tied a bow on her rose colored robe over her peach colored nightgown.

"I just hope he doesn't have a stink bomb in his diaper waiting for me." Ned said as he got out of bed and left the room.

Ned opened the door to JoJo's room. He saw his oldest child standing in his crib, gripping the rails and testing out his lungs by crying. Ned stepped over the train set, wooden blocks, rattle and a teddy bear his son always tossed out of the crib when someone took too long to tend to him.

"You're up early, little man." Ned said as he scooped up his son. JoJo ceased his wailing as he laid his head against his dad's chest.

Ned rubbed his child's back. He smiled. He loved comforting his little boy. He especially loved the few minutes of alone time he would get with his son before his daughters woke up.

Maybe that's why JoJo always woke up so early? Maybe JoJo liked the alone time he got with his beloved "Dada" in the morning. Ever since his parents removed him from his sisters' room into his own, he valued the quiet time alone and that's when he started waking up so early.

It wasn't always like that. Moving JoJo into his own room away from his other 4 sisters wasn't Ned or Sally's idea. They actually liked all 5 babies together, and if it was up to them, they would always have their little ones in the same room, even into their teens. No, it was Ed's idea. He came over one day and saw his grandson napping with his sisters in the large crib. Ed looked at the pink walls, girly baby toys and frowned.

"Your son can't sleep in here anymore, Ned." He said to his adult son.

"Why not?" Ned asked as they closed the door to the nursery.

"JoJo's a boy, that's a girl's room. He needs his own room." The Mayor said.

"He's a baby, he doesn't care if he's sleeping in a pink room." Ned argued, not loud enough to wake the babies.

Ed responded by walking next door, where the little wooden blue painted sign said "JoJo's room" hung. He opened the door and turned on the light. He was greeted to baby blue walls with delicate clouds, a white changing table that had never been used, and a light blue crib that had a thin layer of dust.

"Look at this room, Ned! You haven't used it once! Your old crib is dusty. Don't you want your son to sleep in your old crib?" Ed said, offense in his voice.

"I do, Dad, I just don't think JoJo is ready to part with his sisters. He spent every minute with them since Sally got pregnant with them."

"What's going to happen when my grandson hits puberty and needs his own space?" Ed crossed his arms and enjoyed the look of realisation, or rather, horror, on Ned's face.

So that night, after Ned dusted the crib and got the room ready, he helped Sally get the babies ready for bed. But instead of taking JoJo to his sisters' room, Ned plopped the squirming tot into his own crib.

Instead of adjusting right away, the rugrat decided to scream. He wiggled and squirmed and tried to scale the bars of the crib, only to slide down them and land on the soft mattress with his diapered bottom. Ned's heart broke that night as he listened to his little crybaby.

Ned finally couldn't take it anymore and told Sally he was going to comfort their son. No matter what his dad said, JoJo was Ned's little boy.

Sally fell back asleep once JoJo's crying ceased.

And the next morning she found her husband in the crib with their son, and both of them had their thumbs in their mouths as they snoozed.

After that, JoJo was fine with sleeping in his own room, but then he started waking up super early to get attention.

It wasn't like JoJo wasn't deprived of attention. From the beginning, he knew that he was different from his sisters and he was somewhat like his dad. So naturally, he wanted attention from him, even though he was a Mama's Boy by heart. But sometimes, Mommy was too busy with his sisters to pay him mind, since he was so quiet.

Ned was enjoying the few minutes of cuddles with his little boy. He patted his son's back as JoJo stuck his thumb in his mouth. His crying ceased to whimpers until he was silent. It was peaceful and serene.

Until Ned smelled an odor.

He checked his son's diaper and found the issue behind JoJo's wailing.

"Smells like you could use a fresh diaper, little boy." The father of five said as he walked to the changing table.

Downstairs, Sally set the table with 5 bowls, 2 plates, 2 cups and 7 sets of silverware, 5 of them being plastic baby spoons for her little ones' gummy mouths. Sally opened the drawer labeled "bibs" and got out the 5 colors her babies chose for their fur when they chose fur dye. Grey, red, blue, green and yellow.

Being a mother of 5 babies meant a lot of work. Luckily, Ned gave her plenty of time to make breakfast by getting the babies changed and ready for breakfast.

She opened a can of powdered formula and spooned the powdered milk into 5 awaiting bottles filled with warm water. She closed the lid of the canned formula and screwed nipples onto the bottles. She picked up two at a time and shook them until the powder dissolved into the water and made baby formula.

"For Zaneeta and Rhiannon..." She said as she set down the first and second prepared bottles.

"For Faye and Virginia..." She set aside the third and fourth bottles.

"And last but not least, for JoJo." She said as she shook the last bottle until it went from crystal clear to white and opaque.

The bottles prepared, Sally turned back to the stove to prepare hers and Ned's breakfast.

Upstairs, 4 baby girls fluttered open their eyes and yawned. Zaneeta, the oldest girl, sat up first.

Like all babies, Zaneeta can understand her siblings and her parents, but her parents couldn't understand their baby talk.

"Wake up!" She said as she crawled to her sister Rhiannon. The blue baby girl rubbed her eyes. "'Neeta, go back to sleep." She said.

"It's mawning, time to wake up. Daddy's gonna come in and change us and Mommy's making bweakfast." The red baby said.

"Good, I need a dwy diapie." Faye said, looking disgusted. Faye hated getting dirty and hated germs. She was the only baby that liked bath time in the McDodd house.

Virginia yawned and sat up. She took out her pacifier and offered it to her sister. The green baby reared back and grimaced. "Eww! Get your binky away fwom me!" The sunshine yellow baby giggled.

Rhiannon giggled too. "It's just a binky, Faye."

"Me don't care! It's icky!" Faye said, crossing her arms.

"Come on, Daddy is almost done with JoJo, if we cwy for him, he'll come faster."

"Okay!" The other 3 said as they gripped the sides of the crib and prepared to cry.

In the next room, the father taped up a clean diaper on his son. JoJo smiled as his dad finished the diaper change. "There, isn't that better?" Ned asked in a nasally tone as he gently poked his son's pert nose. The father removed the clothes pin from his nose and he picked up his son, bringing his forehead to his child's.

"All clean, powdered, and ready to go to town hall!" Ned said.

Yes, after many talks with his father about JoJo getting a head start in mayoral training, Ned finally agreed to bring his baby boy into the office, but on one condition. If JoJo had to come, so did the girls.

Reluctant, Ed agreed.

"You wanna help me wake up your sisters?" Ned asked, earning a smile of approval from the black haired boy, followed by a cute little laugh.

"Waaaaaahhh!" "Waa-aa-ahh!" "Waaah! Waaah!" "Waaaaaaaaaah!"

"Looks like they're already awake. Come on, son." Ned said as he carried JoJo to the girls' room. Ned opened the door and saw all 4 girls standing in their huge crib, crying for him.

"Good morning, young ladies. Are you ready to get up?" Ned asked as he plopped the oldest baby in the crib and he picked up Zaneeta.

"Good morning, Zaneeta, are you ready for the day?" Ned asked as he laid his daughter on the changing table to clean her up.

As Ned changed his oldest daughter, JoJo talked to his sisters. Luckily, Ned thought it was baby babble.

"Daddy's going to take us to see Grandpa." He said. He looked excited and he gripped his teeny feet.

"Grandpa Eddy?" Virginia asked.

"Oh, brother." Faye said, rolling her eyes. "Evewyone knows that Gwandpa loves you more."

"Why would daddy take us to see him?" Rhiannon said, but before she could get an answer, Ned deposited Zaneeta in the crib and scooped her up.

"Come on, sweetie, time to get changed." He said and Rhiannon was whisked away.

"So what did I miss?" Zaneeta asked.

"Daddy is taking us to see Gwandpa Eddy." Faye said with a frown.

Zaneeta smiled. "Dat's good. He doesn't see us much! It sounds great!"

JoJo smiled. "Daddy was just gonna take me, but he told Grandpa..." the baby boy clumsily stood up and pointed his thumb at his chest. "'Dad, either all five of my babies go, or none of them go.'"

Ned placed Rhiannon back in the crib and scooped up Faye. Faye fussed as Ned checked her diaper.

"I know, sweetie, you had a long night in that diaper. Don't cry." He said to soothe her.

Virginia beamed. "We get to explore Daddy's work. That sounds fun!"

"You think everything is fun." JoJo said, falling on his bottom. A tiny cloud of baby powder appeared behind him as it escaped his diaper from the force of the fall.

"Except for bathies!" The sunshine colored baby said, sticking her tongue out.

"Bathies are bad!" Rhiannon said, sticking her blue pacifier in her mouth.

"But mommy and daddy want us cwean, so bathies are nessessawy." Zaneeta.

Faye was placed back into the crib and Virginia was picked up. She giggled.

"Good morning, sunshine, are we happy this morning again?" Ned cooed to her as he rubbed his nose against hers. Virginia giggled and smiled.

Faye grumbled. "I don't wanna go to Daddy's work! It's pwobabwy dirty!"

"It sounds clean. You're being widiculous." Zaneeta. "Give it a chance."

"It's the only time we get to go outside besides going shopping with mommy or to the park." JoJo said, snatching the pacifier from Rhiannon.

"Hey, dat's mine!" She said, trying to get it back.

"Nah ah! It's mine!" JoJo said.

"Don't put that in your mouth! It's gross!" Faye said.

"Oh, yeah?" JoJo said, eyeing his germaphobe sister. "Watch this!"

But before he could stick his sisters pacifier in his mouth to freak his sister out, Ned was standing next to the crib, because he finished changing Virginia and he heard Rhiannon whining.

"Alright, you little binky thief, give that back to your sister." Ned said. JoJo frowned in defeat and handed the pacifier back to his sister, who took it and gave it relieved suckles.

"Alright, my little stinkers, let's go. I think mommy is done making breakfast." Ned said as he scooped up all five in his arms and started down the stairs.

Sally was taking slices of toast from the toaster and was spreading jam on each slice. She ladled oatmeal into each baby's bowl and everything was ready.

And just in time, because Ned came in and placed his kids in their respective seat at the table. Sally came behind and tied bibs around each of her babies' necks. Ned came behind her and set the bowls of their babies' breakfast in front of them. Sally and Ned sat in front of their children.

JoJo sat in the middle of the half circle, his sisters on each side of him in their chairs and they each banged their tiny hands on the table, demanding to be fed.

"You know it's coming, be patient." Ned said, as he took a spoon from the first bowl and waved it in front of his son's mouth.

As he was the ring leader of his sisters, JoJo opened his mouth and eagerly ate. His sister's followed suit when their parents spoonfed them. Ned fed Faye and Virginia and Sally fed Zaneeta and Rhiannon and both took turns feeding JoJo.

"Here comes the train! Choo-choo!" Ned said as he fed Faye her food.

Faye swallowed.

"Here comes the birdie!" Sally said as she popped the spoon into Rhiannon's open mouth.

"Open wide, Sunshine!" Ned said to Virginia, who opened her mouth on command.

"Here you go, nom noms!" Sally said as Zaneeta swallowed.

"Come on, son, open up. You wanna be big and strong like daddy?" Ned pleaded with his black haired child to finish the last bite. JoJo swiveled his head and clamped his mouth shut. He wanted his bottle and toast and he wanted them now.

Sally finished feeding her girls and saw the sight.

"Come on, sweetie. I know you want your bottle, but please take one more bite, or it'll make mommy sad."

JoJo looked at his mother, who pouted her lip and feigned looking ready to cry.

JoJo didn't like seeing his mommy upset, so he ate the last bite of oatmeal for her to look happy again.

"Good boy!" Ned said as he patted his son's head.

Sally served up the toast and bottles, which made her kids excited. Each one picked up their slice and went to town.

Every once in a while, the babies would take a break from their favorite breakfast item to suckle their milk. This gave Ned and Sally a chance to eat their own food.

As Ned cut up his eggs, he talked to Sally.

"So, what are you going to do today, my love?" He asked before sticking his fork in his mouth.

"I don't know, I haven't had a day off from motherhood since the little monsters were born." She said, pointing her thumb at the group of infants.

Ned turned and saw JoJo was waving his bottle like an airplane and making engine sounds before smashing his bottle on his half eaten slice of toast, getting jam everywhere. His sisters looked unamused that their brother got jam on them.

"JoJo, don't do that, buddy." Ned said, making JoJo looked shocked that he got caught. Ned smirked as his son tried to look innocent by drinking from his bottle.

"Ah huh." Ned said, not falling for it. He turned back to his wife.

"Maybe you could just relax. Watch some tv, give yourself a manicure, take a nap." He suggested.

Sally put down her coffee mug. "Ooh, that sounds nice. A nap." She smiled and closed her eyes at the thought.

"You just enjoy yourself and I'll handle the babies." Ned said.

"Is my little guy excited to go, or are you fussy?" Ned said as he fought to put the restraints on his son in the stroller.

After breakfast, Ned took it upon himself to take a washcloth and clean up each baby from his son's little playtime with his food. JoJo whined when his dad tried to clean the oatmeal, jam and toast crumbs from his face, but Ned won that battle.

After dressing his daughters in dresses of their respective colors and checking each of his daughters' diapers to make sure they were clean and dry, he strapped them into the stroller.

Now to find JoJo. When he set him on the floor, the toddler had wandered off.

Ned suspected where he could be. He found him in the bathroom. Ned picked up JoJo before he could reach the toilet.

"Not so fast, little man. Let's get going." Ned took his son to the stroller.

"One of these days you'll be big enough to use the potty like a big boy. But until then, you are just one of our little babies." Ned spoke softly as he plopped JoJo in his seat in the stroller.

JoJo immediately started to wiggle and whine. Ned fought with him to get him strapped in.

"First you take too long to change my diaper, then you stuff me into this stupid outfit, and now you wanna torture me into the stroller!" JoJo babbled, but Ned didn't understand baby speak.

"Don't give daddy a hard time, JoJo. I know you don't like the stroller, but I'm not going to carry you in the sling, and you're too little to walk by yourself. Now hold still!" Ned said, as if JoJo was a child rather than a baby and he could understand him.

JoJo ignored him and kept whining. He wasn't going to give up without a fight. Ned grabbed his son's binky from his mouth. He knew how much JoJo loved his binky. The tot reached for it and whined even louder.

"If you hold still long enough to get buckled in, daddy will give you your binky back."

JoJo complied and stayed still long enough to allow his father to buckle the straps in, securing him into place. As promised, Ned gave JoJo his binky back. JoJo shoved it in his mouth and gave it a few sucks, glad to have it back.

After a few seconds, the lone son of the family tried to undo the buttons of the overalls that were clipped over his diaper and the grey shirt his dad picked. He hated the confining feeling of clothes.

"Now, son, I know you don't like your outfit, but I don't need you taking your diaper off in public again. We don't want a repeat of last time. And besides, your sisters aren't fussy." Ned explained.

JoJo turned to his sisters. They were wearing orange, blue, yellow and green dresses over their diapers. They all smirked at him.

"I wonder why boys like taking their diapies off?" Faye asked.

"Dat's because girls are nice and boys are bad, naughty babies that take their diapies off." Rhiannon explained.

"And Daddy knows we won't take our diapies off." Virginia said.

"Boys are weird." Zaneeta said.

JoJo frowned at them. "You take off my diaper to go potty like daddy in Grandma's flowers one time, and you're labeled for life."

"Say bye bye to mommy!" Ned said as Sally appeared in the hallway. She gave each baby a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye to each one after handing her husband the diaper bag with everything he needed. Bottles, baby food, bibs, spoons, diapers, wipes, powder, toys, blankets and pillows for naptime, and even a change of clothes for each baby.

"Be good for daddy." She said to Virginia. "Don't eat anything that isn't food at Grandpa's office." She said to Faye. "Don't run off." She said to Rhiannon. "Keep your siblings in line." She said to Zaneeta. "You stay put and obey daddy, you hear me?" She said to JoJo, who gave her a look that said "Who? Me?"

"Off we go." Ned pushed the stroller outside. He made his journey to town hall.

JoJo tried again to take off his overalls, but his chubby little fingers couldn't unclasp the buttons. Maybe that's why his dad chose this outfit, because he knew that JoJo would have a hard time taking off his clothes and diaper.

Finally letting go of the straps, JoJo pouted as he sucked on his pacifier. "Why does being a boy have to be so hard?" He asked himself as the sunshine hit the umbrella over his and his sisters heads, making a colorful glow from the umbrella fabric.