It was the middle of the night and X Wright was crying. John Phoenix groaned and put his pillow to his ears but the brat wouldn't stop wailing.
"John Phoenix do something," said Storm who was in the same bed as John Phoenix. "He's your... whatever you call your relation, not mine."
"But Storm you're his grandfather's nephew's close associate," said John Phoenix. Storm Sente rolled over to sleep.
John Phoenix got out of bed and used his psychic powers to make himself stop being tired, then he went to X Wright who was crying because he had no milk. John Phoenix sighed, picked X Wright up and walked all the way to the kitchen and got the milk out. Then John Phoenix got an idea.
John Phoenix plopped X Wright onto the floor.
"Okay X, you can have your bottle, but only after you do something for me."
X stared at John Phoenix blankly. John Phoenix waved the bottle in X's face.
"Walk to it."
X cried.
"I SAID WALK!"
John Phoenix made X stand but he wobbled and fell over and hurt his butt.
"Gosh darnit X Wright if you do not learn to walk I am going to go psychically insane!"
"John Phoenix leave him alone," moaned Storm from the bedroom. "Walking is hard."
"OBJECTION NO IT'S NOT WE DO IT EVERY DAY!" shouted John Phoenix.
"Then why can't I get out of bed..." Storm Sente fell asleep.
John Phoenix turned to X Wright.
"X WRIGHT! I COMMAND YOU TO WALK! IT'S EASY, JUST PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER!"
X Wright cried then he put his hands on the floor and slowly stood up, he wobbled a bit again but this time he was able to balance and by the power of wanting his milk he put one foot in front of the other.
"Yes, you see it's easy! Now put the foot you just put behind the other foot back in front of that foot! Do a repeated cycle of this and you are walking."
X Wright did that. X walked all the way to the bottle of milk and drank it and John Phoenix patted his head.
"Good boy, X Wright."
The next night, X ran out of milk but he walked to the kitchen and got more milk himself because he's a good baby and good babies are good.