Chapter Sei

Squirrel Tag

With that figured out, they had a new bigger problem to worry about: Who would take out the garbage the next day? Oh, and what to do with the FON baby.

It was technically their baby, and so they were technically its parents, and so they technically should care for it, and so they technically had ought to start doing something better for its wellbeing than plunging mittens down its mouth.

"Okay," Christian said to nobody in particular.

"Huh?" Satine asked.

"Let's be good parents and raise our freak child and teach it that although it does have really messed up legs that it is special and that we love it."

"…But we don't love it."

"Oh yeah."

There was a short pause.

"Well," Christian began, plucking at the suspenders of his lederhosen in a manner similar to a hick, "we should learn to love it."

"I think that if you want to learn how to love it, you should stop calling it IT!" Satine said with exasperation.

"Good point. I guess that brings us back to the name thing."

"Yeah."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Wanna play squirrel tag?" Satine asked.

"Satine, FOCUS WOMAN!" Christian said shaking her shoulders. "We don't play squirrel tag on Wednesday! Have we ever played squirrel tag on Wednesday? No! Geesh, where is your brain today?"

"Um…" Satine began, pondering back to the penguins who had come in earlier. Maybe one of those had nabbed it.

"Okay, don't answer that."

Christian let go of his wifey, who then proceeded to fumble around the room from having her ability to balance correctly thrown off by Christian's shaking.

"Now then," he said as he turned to the baby, frowning at it from the seriousness of his pondering on how to love it. Er. The baby. Not it. Baby. FON baby.

The baby looked at him and cooed, something that would have been cute from any other baby but this one. Then he had it!

"I had it!" he said, ignoring his completely grammatically incorrect statement. "We'll stick its legs into the couch and then we won't have to see them and then we will forget that he has abnormally long legs and then we will love him!"

"Yessssssssss…" Satine agreed as she biffed into a very large potted plant that then attacked her.