Meanwhile, back at JAG, Mac is having a hard time staying focused on her case. It's not a boring case, per se, her mind is just preoccupied. She is still annoyed at Lt. England, and she wonders how her boys are doing with their little training session. Speaking of potty time, she needs to go again herself. Hopefully, a forty-five-minute-long session is sufficient enough in the Lieutenant's mind for a break. If not, she will be receiving her second dressing down in less than a day, or third, depending on if the General has gotten ahold of her yet or not. She silently chuckles at that thought. Mac waits for Lt. Tiner to finish cross-examining the current witness before calling for a fifteen-minute recess.

After Mac stops by the bathroom, she heads to her chambers to check her messages. Her yeoman informs her that she had a delivery while court was in session. Mac opens her door, and immediately smiles at the beautiful arrangement sitting on her desk, the stack of messages in her hand instantly forgotten. Her Flyboy can be so sweet sometimes.

Mac pulls her cellphone from her drawer, and sends him a quick text, "Harm, thank you for the flowers, they are absolutely beautiful! You always know just what I need, and when I need it. Some days I don't know how I ever survived without you. It sounds like you and Matt have had a productive afternoon. Although I hope you didn't bribe him with ice cream. I wish I could join you, and the kids for ice cream, but I will be letting court run late to make up for my 'potty breaks.' Give the kids my love, and I will see you at home around 1900 for dinner. I love you."

Harm takes a deep breath before pulling his cell from his hip, hoping that the General isn't going to read him the riot act for his performance with Lt. England. When he looks at the phone, he is pleasantly surprised to find a text from Mac, instead of the phone call from General Cresswell. A smile graces his handsome features. He sends her a quick reply, "I'm glad I could brighten your afternoon a little. Matthew and I definitely made some progress, and had fun while doing it, Mom had some ideas too, but I will explain later. Me? Bribe the kids? I'm hurt, Marine!"

Mac raises her eyebrow on the other end, chuckling as she types, "I look forward to hearing all about it. And yes, Harm, they both have you wrapped around your little finger, and you know it!"

Harm quickly responds, "And you don't melt when Matthew smiles at you?"

Mac pauses a moment, not wanting to admit how right he is, "I have to get back to court before they send out a search party. It wouldn't look good for the judge to be late back from a break that she called."

Harm laughs out right at her complete non response. "Touché! Have fun in court and we will see you tonight at dinner. I love you, too."

Harm heads back upstairs to check on Matthew. They will need to leave in about thirty minutes to pick up Trisha from school. Just as Harm reaches Matthews' doorway, his little boy is sitting up in his bed, wiping away the sleepy bugs from his eyes. "You ready to get up, little man?"

Matthew drops his fists from his face, and starts to lay back down, "Five more minutes?"

Harm chuckles, Matthew is definitely his son. It's a good thing he married a human alarm clock. He has gotten much better about being on time for things since he married Mac. He just isn't sure if it's her internal clock that gets him moving, or the threat of bodily injury. "Nah, we need to get moving soon so we can get your sister, and go to Dairy Queen."

Matthew jumps out of bed at that, "Ice Cream!" Ok, Matthew is definitely Mac's son too! Her brains! Or at least her stomach!

Harm rolls his eyes, "Yes, ice cream with me, and your sister."

Matt asks, "Mama too?"

Harm frowns, "No, sorry, mom has to work late. We will see her at dinner. But you can pick out something extra special for her, and we will bring it home. Let's go potty so that we can get ready to go."

Matt smiles, "Ok. You come too."

Harm grabs a pull up out of the drawer and takes Matthew's hand to go to the bathroom. Matthew stands in front of the toilet, and Harm steps back, not wanting to risk getting wet. Matt looks at the empty toilet and looks back up at his dad, "Rings?"

Harm says, "Oops, be right back."

Harm rushes back to the kitchen, hoping his son can hold it that long, and that he won't return to a mess in the bathroom.

He grabs a few onion pieces that he cored earlier, and sprints back up the stairs two at a time. He gets to the bathroom, and Matthew has just started going, surprisingly most of it is getting in the bowl. "Sorry, Daddy."

Harm stands in the doorway, watching, and smiles, "Don't be, Matt. You are doing just fine. Are you sure you want the rings?"

Matthews nods his head, so Harm tosses one in. Matt adjusts his body slightly, and gets the rest through the middle of the ring. When Matthew is finished, Harm is surprised to find only a few drops on the top of the toilet seat. "You did a great job, Matt. Much better aim."

Matthew giggles, "I sunk the ship!"

Harm says, "Yes you did. Now let's get your pull up changed, wash our hands, and go pick up your sister." Harm reaches over to help Matt get out of his current pull-up, and finds that it is completely dry. This is the first time he has woken from a nap without an accident. Harm wraps his son in a big hug, "You're dry."

Matthews mouth forms a great big "O." He claps his hands, "I'm a big boy!"

Harm tries to keep a tear from escaping from his eye, he is so proud of his son! "Ok, big boy, wash your hands, and let's go get your sister."

Matthew happily hops up on the step stool to wash his hands. When he is done, they head out of the bathroom, and Harm immediately stops three steps out. He doubles back, and drops the toilet seat. He comes out of the bathroom shaking his head. Matt says, "What's wrong, Daddy?"

Harm scoops his little boy up in his arms and tickles him, "WE forgot to put the seat down. I didn't want US to get in trouble with mom."

Matthew giggles, "Oops."

Harm thinks to himself, 'Oh you have no idea how big an OOPS that would have been!' Aloud he says, "Oops indeed! Let's fly the friendly skies," as he hoists Matt above his head in airplane mode once again.