A/N: Here we have Chapter Two. I HATE writi

ng little kids, but I just thought of my little step cousin and tried to keep it true to what little kids do and say. Thanks for the couple of reviews (I'm weak, I can't keep people waiting, even if I want to hold out for more reviews!) so please, enjoy.

Disc.: I, Silver the Kid, do NOT own the following things: a top hat, a puppy, pizza pockets, Yu-Gi-Oh!, this pencil in my hand and Spain. Enjoy :)

Chapter 2

"Lemme hold her, lemme hold her! Momma! Please?" Joey begged his mom, reaching his little fingers to his baby sister.

"No, maybe when you're bigger." She smiled at the sweet baby girl in her arms. "She is just so wonderful, isn't she Bobby."

"I guess, but the name totally sucks. I mean, why break from the pattern? The rest of us are simple two syllable names, and then she's got this hardcore three syllable name!"

"Serenity is a beautiful name, and it suits her wonderfully. Besides, it was my grandmother's name." Mary defended.

"I don't like it. I think Janie or Jamie would have been a better name." Bobby shrugged.

"Ew. Those are so... denim."

"Denim? What the shit?"

"Oh I don't know. I just picture a girl wearing lots of denim. Denim hats, with a denim vest and blue jean jacket and either pants or skirt made of denim."

"Mary, you're a freak." Bobby frowned. "I think "Janie's got a gun" or "Jamie's Crying". You know those songs, don't ya?" Mary rolled her eyes but didn't respond.

"Momma, I wanna play with her. She's mine!" Joey sulked, holding one of Serenity's hands. He was going though that "MINE" phase still.

"No, she's a baby, not a toy. When she's older you can play with her. She's barely even 6 months!" Mary sighed. Joey always wanted Serenity. Babies love littler babies though. Or at least that's what she always noticed. "Bobby, why don't you take Joey to the park, or to the beach?"

"Yea, yea! Daddy, the beach!" Joey squealed jumping up and down. "There are dinosaurs there! Roar!" Bobby glared at Mary for opening her big stupid mouth. If he ever wanted peace, he'd have to take him- and WHAT idiot told the kid there were dinosaurs at the beach? Grrr T.V...

"Ok ok. But we aint's swimmin' y'understand that?"

"We find some shells daddy! I went there with Sibbie once an' we foun'a dinosaur shell!"

"Um... right." There were three things wrong with that sentence: A)Dinosaur shells (what are those?). B) Joey going to the beach without anyone knowing and...C) Sibbie????

"Who's Sibbie?" Mary asked, wondering how she didn't know this child.

"Sibbie is my friend! His daddy is angry and doesn't like teenagers- Sibbie can turn into a worm! I found 'im inna garden and he has blue skin when he's not a worm. He use t'have a dinosaur but it ranned away."

"Oh..." Mary looked worried. "How lovely...um... Don't play with him anymore..."

"Let's go to the beach now." Bobby was equally freaked out. Hello child-therapy sessions.

Bobby took Joey's hand as they walked down the street towards the bus stop. Joey was wearing shorts that went past his knees and a great big tee-shirt that went to his knees. It was actually Bobby's shirt but Joey insisted that he should wear it so he could be like his daddy. Bobby didn't mind all that much, hero worship was cool.

"The bus!" Joey squealed when the large bus came towards them. "Daddy! Daddy!" He giggled madly, getting super excited.

"Yea, yea, I know. Shut up about it." Bobby sighed dishing out some change.

"Oh oh! Lemme pay! Lemme pay!" Joey's eyes were big with the idea of such a large responsibility being given to him.

"Yea, whatever. You sure screech a lot." He put the money in the boy's hand, and they got on the bus together.

"I pay today!" Joey sang, holding money to the driver.

"Well, put it in that box little guy." The driver smiled. "Then I give you a ticket." Joey reached, and Bobby sighed, having to hoist him up a bit to put it in the box.

"Yay! I did it, I did it! See Daddy? Paper came out, cuz I told it too!"

"Ok, time to stop yelling. You're giving daddy a headache." Bobby massaged his temples. Two, almost three years old, and he was already learning the fine art of ANNOYING PARENTS. The tot sat beside him, swinging his legs and humming something from Sesame Street, while Bobby seriously craved a cigarette. Damn busses and their rules! The drive was long, and Joey was beginning to drift off. Bobby smiled at the little tyke. He was sure cute when he was quiet.

Bobby noticed it was time to get off the bus, and scooped Joey up in his arms, and pushed the "stop" button. An old woman smiled at him and Joey, but Bobby didn't return the gesture. People who smiled at strangers were weird or something. What, had she never seen a dad with his kid before? Jeez.

"Ok, Joe-Joe, here's the beach." He said after a brief walk. The boy rubbed his eyes and perked right up once seeing the vast amounts of water.

"Daddy! We're at the dinosaur beach!"

"Why do you think there are dinosaurs here?"

"Cuz I found a dinosaur shell."

"What's a dinosaur shell?"

"I'll show you!" Joey squirmed out of his dad's grasp and ran to the sand, and instant began crawling around, digging in the sand.

"What are you?" Bobby laughed, very amused by the antics of his kid. "Are you being a puppy, Joey?"

"Can I get a puppy daddy?"

"No."

"Oh." Joey just kept digging, until he found a shell. "I found one!" He squealed holding it up, victorious. It was just a clam shell, but Bobby supposed it could be a dinosaur...scale?

"Oh that's great Joey." Bobby lit a cigarette, and sat on the ground, watching Joey dig and find shells, then leaving them at his feet. By the time he was done his cigarette, Joey had formed a pile of shells at his feet.

"Can I bring them home to show?"

"Ew, no." Bobby kicked them away.

"Daddy!! Those are special!" Joey screeched.

"Why? They smell."

"You smell!" Joey yelled. Bobby smirked. He'd already taught Joey to retaliate. He really hoped Joey would do this to Mary. It would be hilarious.

"Your face smells." Bobby reached for his cigarettes.

"No it doesn't!" The boy sulked.

"Then how do you know that I smell if your face doesn't smell?" Bobby smirked. Joey just stared at him blankly before abruptly making a sand castle. Ha, he had defeated the toddler once again.

"Daddy, come help."

"I don't want to." Bobby lit another cigarette.

"When I was bigger, like my daddy, I use to climb big trees like that one." Bobby heard Joey say. He smiled 'when I was bigger...' How cute. He blinked when he saw Joey wasn't talking to anyone. "No, Sibbie, not like that! The mommy dinosaur can't get in if you do that! She's too fat!" Bobby looked at his watch, and frowned. They hadn't been there very long at all, but Joey was freaking him out. "Ok, kiddy-face, it's about time we left. I am HUNGRY."

"I want pizza!"

"Does your mom make pizza?"

"...Yes."

"I don't think she does." Bobby headed to the road, with a dirty and sandy Joey following.

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