Harm looks at Matthew and says, "You can't be a Marine if you want to fly like jets like Daddy."

Matt thinks about this for a moment, and asks, "Fly now?"

Harm questions, "You want to play airplane?"

Matthew nods his head vigorously.

Harm chuckles at his son's enthusiasm. "I will play airplane with you in a few minutes. First, we need to flush the toilet. Second, we have to put the toilet seat down. Then, we need to wash our hands. And you, little man, need to put your clothes back on. Your mother will kill me if I let you run around half dressed." Mac will also kill him if they forget to put the toilet seat back down, but Matthew doesn't need to know that little tidbit of information.

Harm reaches over to flush the toilet, and the toilet gurgles, and fills with water and pretzel pieces.

Matt looks up at his dad, "Ut oh."

Harm grimaces as he reaches for the plunger and realizes that it isn't there. "Don't worry, Matthew, Daddy knows how to fix this. We just need to take a little trip into the other bathroom to get a plunger." Grabbing his still half naked child, Harm walks to the other bathroom to retrieve the needed piece of equipment. He finds the plunger with a pink ribbon around it and wonders what the story is behind that. He has no doubt that his six-year-old Mini Mac is responsible. As he grabs the plunger, his hands end up covered in magenta glitter glue that was hiding on the other side.

Matthew looks at his dad's hand, "Pwetty."

Harm smiles at Matthew, "I really don't think pink is my color."

Matthew considers this for a moment, and asks, "Boo?"

Harm replies, "Yes, blue is definitely better than pink, but apparently, your sister doesn't seem to agree." Flashbacks of a pink flower on his face run through Harm's mind.

When they return to the restroom, Harm sets Matthew on his step stool in front of the sink, "You start washing your hands while I get the toilet to flush." Harm makes a mental note to consider the biodegradability of all future training supplies as he furiously works the plunger until the pressure releases, and the water returns to the normal level. It's a good thing that Mac isn't home or they would be adding a few new rules to the list, of that he is sure.

When he turns towards his little boy who is supposed to be washing his hands, he finds Matthew smiling at him, "Daddy in trouble."

Harm scoffs, "Daddy is not in trouble. Daddy will only be in trouble if he doesn't fix the problem, which he has." Remembering one of the cardinal rules, Harm flips the toilet seat down and walks over to the sink. "Aren't we supposed to be washing our hands, little man?"

After they have finished in the bathroom, Harm lifts Matthew over his head to play airplane on the way to Matthew's room. Once inside, Harm sets Matthew down on the floor.

Matt pouts, "More plane, Daddy!"

Harm tells him, "You need a new pull up, and need to put your shorts back on, and then I will let you soar above Daddy's shoulders on the way to the kitchen for lunch."

Harm grabs a fresh pull up and crouches down to Matt's level to help him put it, and his shorts, back on. He looks him in the eye and tells him, "Daddy is very proud of you. You were such a big boy today."

Matt smiles, "Ice cream."

Harm sighs, slightly exasperated. "Yes, I will get you a big bowl of ice cream when we pick up your sister, but for now, I think we need lunch first. What do you say to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

Matthew turns his head in the negative, "loney."

Harm tries his best not to lose his appetite at the mere thought of his son eating that horrendous animal by product. Why in the world Mac buys that disgusting stuff is beyond him. And then, she even fries it, making it one thousand times worse! But it is in her standard group of food groups, including grease and dead animal. Yuck! He shakes his head at Matthew, "Nope, no baloney, not happening on my watch. You can have a grilled cheese, or peanut butter and jelly."

Matt starts to tear up and puffs his lower lip out, "Loney, please?"

Harm raises his eyebrow at his younger mirror image as he tells him, "That pout only works on your mother. I should know, I perfected it. You can have baloney when you eat lunch with her. I prefer to feed you something slightly more nutritious. Now, cheese or PBJ?"

Matt huffs, "Cheese."

Harm, finally happy to be making a little progress, inquires, "Grapes or carrots?"

Matt gives him a mischievous grin, "Chips!"

Harm shakes his head. This child must be the offspring of lawyers, as he is a shrewd negotiator. "Ok, chips, carrots, cheese, and grapes."

Matt laughs, "No, daddy. It's head, shoulders, knees, and toes."

Harm says, "Well, if you insist," and he reaches down, and proceeds to tickle Matt's head, shoulders, knees, and toes. While Matthew is still giggling, Harm places his hands under Matthew's armpits and asks, "Is this flight ready for take-off, Sir?"

Matt nods his head, "Yes Daddy, Fly!"

Harm starts making sounds like an engine revving, as he lifts Matthew high up above his head. "Stretch your wings out."

Matthew extends both his arms straight out to the side, "Giddy up, horsey."

Harm brings him back down to eye level, "Horsey? Sorry kiddo, no horses allowed on planes. At least not ones with human passengers."

Matthews laughs, "Ok, no horsey. Up!"

Harm complies, and soon they are maneuvering through the great white walls of the Rabb household.

When they reach the kitchen, Harm sets Matthew in his booster seat, ready to start preparing their lunch. With a short little salute, Harm proclaims, "Thank you for flying AIR Rabb, where each flight comes complete with a heartbreaking smile, and is accompanied by a safe landing. I hope you enjoyed your trip. Please come back and visit us again, soon."