Teaching- By Tinkerbelle

A/N: I don't own Sailor Moon. This is a little shorty.

"Hotaru, can you say 'papa'?"
"Paaaaapppppppaaaaaaaaa."
"Very good. Can you say 'racecar'?"
"raceeeeeekar."
"Excellent. Can you say 'cute blonde'?"
"koooot blahnde."
"Nice. Uh… can you say 'toy'?"
"toyie"
"Good… that's my smart girl!" A disturbing crashing and cursing can be heard upstairs. Haruka, winced and sighed."
"Hotaru?"
"Paaaaaaaaaappppppppaaaaaaa?"
"Can you say, "Mama, don't be mad at papa?"
"Noooooooo."
"Nani? Why?"
"Mama nooooooo."
"What does that mean?" Another horrible crash could be heard upstairs. Haruka looked at Hotaru. "Is there anything you can say that I will have an advantage from?" Hotaru smiled.
"Couchhhh. Paaappppaa couchhh! Paaappppaaa couch!" Haruka's eyes went wide.
"She got to you to, didn't she?" Haruka stormed to the stairs, shouting. "Michiru! Is that an appropriate thing to be teaching our daughter? Papa couch?" The door was thrown open. A pillow and blanket was shoved at her, along with a fierce glare from Michiru.
"Well it's a hell of a lot better than, 'Cute blonde'!" A door slam. Hotaru came up waddling to Haruka.
"Papa couchhhh!" Haruka looked at the baby Hotaru sternly.
"You stay out of this."

- Fin -

A/N: I thought it was cute! Review me and tell me what ya think!