(A/N: Thankyou so much, all you who review! Oh, I need the imput so bad! I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update, the school blocking this site and all, but I promise a once a week update, all right? Here you go!)

Reya was washing the dishes when her husband came home with a smile on his face. "Hi," she said, looking over at him and he walked over, kissing her briefly. "How'd it go at the hospital?"

"She loves chocolate," he said, grinning. Reya chuckled.

"Well duh! What girl doesn't?" He chuckled and turned to the counter, sneaking to the cookie jar when Reya wasn't looking. "Hey, no!" she said, not even needing to turn. "Supper's almost ready. No cookies"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said, slipping one out carefully and starting to leave the kitchen. He was in the doorway and had the cookie in his mouth when Reya stopped him by asking, "Has she started talking yet?" He chewed as fast as he could.

"Hrmf... No," he said, knowing it was painfully obvious he had a mouthful. "She responds... but she doesn't talk." He swallowed, nearly choking on the large bit, and chewed through the second bit a little more.

"That's too bad," muttered Reya. "I wonder what sort of background she comes from?"

"Not a good one, which is pretty plain to see... I just hope... she doesn't try to keep it bottled up." He tried to leave again, but she turned, facing his back.

"You've got crumbs on you chin," she said, and he choked, coughing and placing a hand on his chest. She smirked and shook her head. "Twit," she muttered, and he snickered, walking off to the living room.

"Dad, Jack stole Gary again," came a whiny voice. He turned and saw one of his sons standing there, holding an empty frog tank.

"I'll take care of it, Frances."

"Ronnie!"

"Ronnie! Terribly sorry. Where's Jack?"

"Outside."

"Jack!" he called, walking to the front door.

"Back yard, Dad," said Ronnie, and he turned, heading for the back door.
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"They said it could never be done," said Jack, placing the frog in place. "But now, Gary's ready to boldly go where no frog has gone before!"

Gary croaked and Jack moved his finger to the button. Gary was sitting on a tiny catapult Jack had just built, and was ready to set the record for the longest frog jump.

"Jack!" shouted a voice, and he heard the back door fly open.

"In 3... 2...1!" He pushed the button, and Gary was launched in the air. From behind him, someone leapt out and ran, catching the frog in his hand at the last minute and checking it over. Gary seemed a little dazed, but croaked again, and he sighed. "Dad! We were going for the record!" whined Jack.

"You're also going for a week of being grounded, young man. What were you thinking?" Jack looked at him, speechless. "Give Gary back to your brother now," he said, handing him the dazed frog, and watched as Jack walked in the house, not looking too happy.

"Deborah Marie Wonka, do not take that tone with me!" came a shout. Willy sighed, knowing the chaos would never end in the family, and he walked back into the house to see what was wrong this time.

"What's going on?" he asked, and found his wife blocking the front door and Deborah standing with her hands on her hips, and a deadly look on her face.

"Your daughter is planning to go out dressed like that!" He looked at her and shook his head. She was wearing a tube top and a minimini skirt that came down low enough so her thong straps were visible.

"What?" snapped Deborah, looking at her parents as if they were too old to know anything.

"There is no way you are leaving this house dressed like that," said Willy, shaking his head.

"Oh, come on! What's your problem?"

"What's my problem?" snapped Reya. "You're barely wearing anything! And where did you get the thong?"

"I bought it, mom," she said, bobbing her head and rolling her eyes.

"Do not talk to your mother that way," said Willy warningly, pointing his finger at her. "Now either put something more modest on, or we'll hold a fund raiser and buy the rest of that outfit."

"I hate you!" she shouted and stormed up the stairs to her room.

"Aiy-yi-yi," muttered Reya, sitting down on the couch. "What do you do when they do something that's not in the instruction manual?"

"Write that section and send it to the publishers," said Willy, sitting down next to her. "Or we could always return her and ask for a refund."

"That offer expired after 12 months," she sighed, rubbing her head. "She's taken to picking fights more often lately."

"It's a phase. You went through it too, if I recall correctly."

"Does she not realize she looks like a tramp when she dresses like that?"

"I think it's more for shock value," he said.

"Remember way back when they used to be friendly? Back when we were still cool?" He smiled sadly and kissed her forehead.

"They've been through a lot," he whispered. "That's why I cut them a little slack at times."

"So what happens when they realize we're just making this up as we go?"

"I don't think they'll ever get that clever, dear. They have your brains."

"Do you want to sleep on the couch again?" she asked, looking at him.

"Sorry," he said quickly, and stood up.

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