*Chapter ten – No POV*

"Are they still asleep?" Jo asked, pulling Sam toward Lizzie's bedroom door. She checked her watch and laughed, "wait, it's only 10:00am. That's still pretty early!"

Sam rubbed his eyes and yawned, "sarcasm, Sweetheart?"

"What were you expecting?" Jo asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Sam shrugged and looked down the hall at his daughter's closed door.

"Something that raises my self-esteem," Sam replied, adjusting his glasses on his nose. Jo chuckled and tugged his shirt.

"C'mon Sam, we better wake them up. I have those pancakes and sausages downstairs… I wouldn't want them to go to waste!" Sam licked his lips and sighed, slipping into a wistful trance. Jo smiled. She rapped her knuckles on the door. Suddenly, a shape flew in front of them and stopped, breathing heavily.

"Don't go in there!" Miranda yelled frantically, looking toward the closed door and spreading out her arms protectively. She smiled at Jo and Sam, twirling a lock of black hair on her finger. "It's not safe, there are…umm…."

"Miranda – can we please wake up our daughter?" Sam asked, making a move to go to the door. Miranda danced in front of him, holding out her hand like a policeman.

"No!" She yelped. Then she grinned innocently at her audience, "I mean, yes. But, you see, I need to go in there, because… those teenagers are moody - very moody. Lizzie was trying to bite me when I was asleep… that's why I left to go to the bathroom."

Jo raised her eyebrows at her husband. He shrugged and yawned, holding a hand to his mouth. Miranda glanced at the door.

"Mrs. McGuire," Miranda continued, looking back at Lizzie's parents, "Mr. McGuire, " she added, smiling; "let me go in there. I'll tell you when it's clear. Let me warn you again: do not come in!"

"Miranda, we -," Jo was interrupted as Miranda ran into the room and shut the door, shouting a muffled, 'thanks'. Sam looked at his wife, who seemed ready to burst with annoyance.

"Jo…" he asked quietly, cowering under the stare his spouse gave him, "we still get sausages, right?"

She sighed and laughed quickly, "yeah, sure."

Sam rushed downstairs, but Jo looked at the door again, shaking her head in confusion.

"Kids these days…" she muttered, and walked downstairs after her husband.

I am aware of the shortness of this chapter.

But, you see, you can not flame me yet, because I have the next chapter(s) in my head, and all I need to do is type.

I can type pretty fast, ya know. ^_^

I feel really bad that I can't update as often as I like, cause of the computer/spill/lemonade thing. Yah.

*hangs head* Mesa sorry. *hehe*

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