Future

"Aww, when I, Kiri Ketchum, grows up I want to be...," Misty cooed. Before her eyes could drift down the paper, she stopped at her son's aspirations. Her husband peered over her shoulder.

"...Apples. The heck, Kiri?" Ash finished, flashing an incredulous look at their son. "...That's plural by the way. Shouldn't you want to be an apple?"

"Kweep rweading, papa!" The dark brunette, spitfire cried out, his little hands balled in fists, that could inflict no harm.

This was their future to raise a rambunctious kid that was just like them.

Underneath that line, written in scribble-scrabble said,"I want to be like my dad and mom because they are cool. I'm glad my dad's good looking because I look like him. I wanna train electric Pokemon like how my mom (specializes) in water Pokemon."

"I think his future's gonna be more than all right." The older Ketchum male said, turning to Misty. She agreed wholeheartedly, sharing a smile. They had a smart baby, boy!

"Still Kiri, it's 'specialize' not 'pacific ocean.' You want to train electric pokemon, in the same way, like your mother specializes in water. Where'd that come from all places?"

"Sowwy."