A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in like three weeks, but I've been having some major writers block, and my homework load hasn't been helping that much either. So I did what I usually do when I can't think up a next chapter. I write a story on a completely different topic, and I kind have been caught up with that. Alas, I am back and I hope you enjoy!

For years have passed, and Amber is growing into a perfect little girl. She has black hair and pale skin like her dad, and blue eyes like her mom. Amber is also insanely smart for her age (just like her father when he was that young), and is considered a child prodigy. On a worldlier note, little lemon has conquered Latvia (I told her too so she can force feed all the models and make them a normal size) North America, Mexico and Canada. She now has her sights set on conquering Europe.

C: Here's your oatmeal honey.

A: This is accepted most graciously mother.

C: Uh…. you're welcome? (Hands a bowl to Erik).

E: Ewwwwww! This has strawberries in it! (Folds arms in disgust) I am so not eating this (broods).

A: Please father, if you don't like the strawberries, then simply take them out of your oatmeal. It's not that complicated you know.

E: (in a mimicking voice) its not that complicated you know.

C: Erik! She's just trying to give you some advice.

E: BUT SHE'S FOUR! (Looks down at oatmeal) and I was going to that anyway…

A: No you weren't.

E: Was too!

A: Was not.

E: Was too plus infinity and one! (Smiles smugly).

A: Was not plus infinity plus googolplex and 2. (Gives Erik the evil glare she inherited from him.) Beaten again father I'm afraid.

E: But…. But…(becomes speechless).

C: (sighs) Amber, please don't upset your father like this.

A: Sorry mother (gives innocent smile) May I be excused?

C: Of course love (kisses her on cheek).

A: I'm going to read more of my encyclopedia! (Runs off).

E: Not fair. You can't let her off that easy!

C: She was only tying to help.

E: I HATE BEING OUTNUMBERED!

C: (ignores comment). Erik, can you build that swing set for Amber? The pieces came today, and you just have to follow the instructions.

E: Why couldn't I just design one myself? My designs are a million times better then those (points at box of pieces accusingly.)

C: Well, Amber liked that one.

E: Well I don't.

C: Well… you're just going to have to deal with it like a mature adult.

E: (offended) I am mature! (Quickly hides his Yugi-oh cards).

A: (re-enters the kitchen) Daddy, can I have a new encyclopedia?

E: No.

A: Why not? I thought you and mom said that you would embrace my thirst for knowledge, so as to nurture my well-being.

E: (stares blankly).

A: In simpler terms—

E: I'm not that stupid, I know what you said! I'm the adult here!

A: You just keep telling yourself that.

E: How dare you-

C: Is everything ok?

A: Daddy is restraining my academic abilities again.

E: I am most certainty not---

C: (sighs) Ok, lets go to the bookstore (picks Amber up).

A: YAY! (Peers over Christine shoulder and smiles smugly at Erik).

E: (scowls)

C: Erik, while were gone start on that swing-set.

E: Whatever (picks up box and trips over Amber's teddy bear).

A: (giggles).

(2 hours later)

C: That doesn't look like the picture on the box.

E: It's better. (Stares proudly at the Eiffel tower model he built).

C: (stares in disbelief) It's not even a swing set.

E: SO?

A: (starts crying) I want my playground!

C: Erik, please change it.

E: But the Louvre has already bought it!

C: I don't care if the prime minister wants to buy it, fix it!

E: Fine.

A: (happily skips off to read her new book).