A/N: I wasn't trying to guilt anyone into reviewing, but I wish to express a great big "Thank You" to all those who took the time to review. Your thoughts definitely give this author inspiration! To the guest reviewer who asked for 2 chapters quickly, I aim to please. However, real life and responsibilities have a way of dictating writing speed, and how often the muse visits! I will get out more as soon as I can.


Harm takes Matthew outside and gets him properly secured in his car seat before heading around to the driver's seat and buckling himself in.

As Harm starts up the car, Matthew asks, "Wheels, Daddy?"

Harm groans, "Do we have to?"

Matt giggles, "Yes, please."

Harm curses the day that Mac ever bought the children's music CD for long car rides. Even though it has a variety of songs on it, there is only one that Matthew ever wants to listen to. Harm silently wonders if maybe it is time to bring out his guitar, and see if he can teach Matthew to like some of the great classics instead. He puts the car back in park, as he rummages through the CD's in the organizer attached to the visor. Picking out the one he needs, he puts it into the player, selects play, and puts the car in reverse. As Harm is pulling out of the driveway, you can hear the CD playing, and Matthew singing at the top of his lungs, "The wheels on the bus go round and round."

Thankfully, traffic on the way home is light. Harm has only been subjected to that dreadful song through three renditions. He surmised it could be worse, there could be a Barney song on the CD. Before Trisha was ever born, knowing how his wife is an amateur paleontologist, Harm explicitly told Mac that HIS children would not be subjected to ANYTHING resembling or dealing with that dreaded purple dinosaur! She was welcome to introduce them to any and all other dinosaurs as she wished.

As he pulls into the garage, he grabs his briefcase and cover off of the passenger seat before heading to the back to retrieve his purchases, and his singing little boy. He carries Matthew on his hip, and juggles everything else in his other hand. Unfortunately, as he reaches the door leading into the house, he realizes he is one hand short to unlock it. Matt looks up at his dad as they stand at the door leading into the house, "Keys?"

Harm smiles, "Yes, Matt, I know. Give me a just a second, they are in my pocket."

He sets Matthew down, and retrieves the keychain, with an F-14 attached to it, from his pocket.

Matthew jumps up and down, "Me do it, Daddy. I help."

Harm lifts him back up onto his hip, and hands him the keys, "Ok, you be a big boy and help Daddy open the door, and then we are going to continue being a big boy, and use the potty."

Matthew smiles, "Ice Cream."

Harm laughs at his silly little boy. Sometimes he is all his mother. One track mind when it involves food, especially any type of dessert! "We will get Ice Cream in a few hours. After potty, after lunch, after your nap, and after we get Trisha from school."

Matthew pushes the door open, and starting running towards the bathroom, pulling his pants down as he goes. Harm yells, "Wait for me, Matthew!" Thankfully, Harm has much longer legs, and catches up to his little streaker in three strides.

Grabbing his butt naked child around the middle, Harm retrieves Matt's pull up and shorts in the other hand. He asks him, "Do you have to go that bad?"

Matt smiles, "No, I good."

Harm smiles, "Then what is the rush?"

Matt pouts, "No potty, no Ice Cream."

Harm tousles his son's hair as he tells him, "As long as we practice going potty, we will get ice cream, LATER. Give Daddy a few minutes to set everything up, and we will try together."

Matt laughs, "Ok Daddy, you silly."

Harm enters the bathroom, and sets the bag from the gas station on the counter. He proceeds to hang Matthew upside down and starts tickling him, "I'm the silly one, eh?"

Matthew squirms around, "Me silly too."

After a few moments, Harm sets him on the floor upright and says, "Yes, you are. Just sit still for a minute, and we will be ready to go."

Harm locks the bathroom door, one of the requirements of the potty training "rules", and stands off to one side of the toilet. He tells Matthew to stand on the other side so that he is facing him, so that he can watch how it's done. Harm tosses a few thin pretzel twists, each with three large rings, into the bowl, and tells Matthew, "Look at how Daddy does it first, and then we can both try." His only concern is that Matt won't wait for Harm to show him first. With their current positioning, if Matthew tries also, Harm can only pray that his son's aim is downward so he won't get too wet.

Harm provides a demonstration where he lines up with the target, and shoots through one of the rings. Matt cheers, clapping his hands together, and says "My turn?"

Harm has Matthew get up on the step stool to give it a go. Harm takes a quick look at the planned trajectory, and slightly grabs his son's shoulders to move him a little to the left. Once Harm feels that he has Matthew properly aligned, both vertically and horizontally, Harm stands a little to the side, with his stick ready to fire also, so that they can do this simultaneously. He says, "Ready? On the count of three... Target Acquired, Take Aim, Target Hit!" Matthew aims, and nails it right in the center of two of the rings. His dad gets everything in the ring furthest away from him.

Harm goes to high five his son, "Great job, Matthew!"

Matthew gives his dad a miniature Flyboy smile, returns the high five, and says, "Oo-rah!"

Harm nearly makes a mess on himself as he jumps back, astonished at what comes out of Matt's mouth. He regains his composure before admonishing his son, "Matthew Harmon Rabb! Naval Aviators do not say 'Oo-rah', EVER!"

Matt giggles up at his father, "Marines do!"

Harm shakes his head. 'That's it!', he thinks. He needs to start spending more time at home with the kids, and Mac needs to spend more time in the office. She is corrupting BOTH of his children!