"I wanna play house," Kel announced.

"OH! I'm the MOMMY!" Cleon jumped up, abandoning the pickle.

"NO! I AM!" Daine yelled. "And, Numair's the daddy," she said, flirtaciously.

"No, I'm the Grandpa!" Numair said. "Hello, young'uns. When I was your age, I walked fifteen miles in the
snow, uphill both ways to get to school."

"I'M THE MOMMY!" Cleon cried.

"MEOW!" said George. "I'm a PUPPY!"

"You're a kitty, honey," Alanna told her husband. "Daine, let Cleon be the mommy. You can be the...um..
something."

"NO! PUPPY!" George said, biting her.

Alanna glared at her husband. "Goddess, what a baby," she muttered.

"I'M THE BABY!" Daine announced. "Gaa goo gurk!

"I don't wanna be a puppy anymore," George announced. "NOW, I'm the BIG SISTER!"

"And I'M the daddy," Kel said, happily as she eyeballed "Mommy" Cleon.

Neal, who had been quiet up until that point announced, with great pride, "I'M the TOOTH FAIRY!"

Alanna sat down and watched as "Mommy" began to "make breakfast" using some lint he
found in his pocket. "Oh, GEORGE! BABY DAINE! GRANDPA! TOOTH FAIRY! HONEY!
BREAKFAST is READY!"

"I'm GeorgINA!" George announced. "And this breakfast tastes like poo."

"How dare you speak to your mother that way?" Cleon asked, shocked.

"POO!" Daine said, in a baby voice.

"When I was your age there WAS no POO!" Numair announced.

"I eat teeth," Neal said seriously. "Not poo."

"EAT YOUR POO!" Kel commanded. "Your mother made nice poo for all of you and you're gonna eat
it AND LIKE IT!"

"It's NOT poo!" Cleon cried. "It's PANCAKES!"

"Oh," Kel said. "WELL, EAT YOUR PANCAKES THEN!"

Cleon smiled. "Grandpa, you need your fiber."

"Poo," Daine repeated.

"NO! PANCAKES!" Cleon insisted.

George sniffed Daine. "Poo," he announced.

"NOT ME!" Daine yelled. She giggled and pointed to Numair. "FART!" she yelled.

"NUMAIR FARTED!" Kel laughed. "I mean...leave Grandpa alone."

"I didn't fat," Numair mumbled, blushing.

"Eat," Cleon said. "I slaved in the kitchen for HOURS!"

"This tastes bad," George said, ripping a huge hunk of lint off and chewing. "I don't like it." With that, he
spit it onto the floor.

Cleon gasped. "OH, KEL! My daughter hates me!" Cleon began to cry.

"Georgina, you're bad," Daine said.

"When I was your age, I was bad," Numair announced.

"I eat teeth," Neal repeated, eyeing Kel.

"Neal," Alanna warned. "Don't even think about it."

Neal looked at the ground. "But I'm the TOOTH FAIRY," he mumbled.

"Georgina," Kel said," you made you're mother cry so I'm gonna beat you with a spatula." She kissed
Cleon's head.

"NO!" George said. "I'M NOT PLAYIN' ANYMORE."

Kel ran over to Alanna. "Do you have a spatula so I can punish my son?" she asked.

"No," Alanna said. "Be nice."

"Can I spank him?" she asked, hopeful.

"No," Alanna said. "No spanking, either."

"Can I smack him?"

"No, Keladry."

"Can I...um...punch him?"

"No. Now go play."

Kel walked back, grumbling. She said down, scowling. Cleon was crying, Numair was running away from
Daine, George was keeping his distance from Kel, and Neal was no where in sight. THEN...

"AGGGHHHHH!" he jumped on Kel. "TEEEETH!"

Alanna ripped him off. "GODS HELP ME!" she moaned.