Harm gets Matthew strapped into his car seat, and climbs in the driver's side to head on their way to Trisha's elementary school. They get two blocks away from home before Matthew requests, "Wheels?"

Harm tells him, "No more wheels! I'm wheeled out." He is definitely not listening to any more of "The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round" today. If he had his way, he might toss the CD out the window, and accidently run it over.

Matthew pouts for a moment, and then requests, "Ooh Ah Oochi La?"

Harm says, "Hang on a sec, and I'll see if it's in here." When Harm gets to a stop sign, he looks through the visor until he finds the Savage Garden CD, and pops it in. He flips through the tracks until "I Want You" comes through the speakers.

Harm smiles as Matthew starts singing "ooh ah oochi la" happily from the back seat. Harm has tried, several times, unsuccessfully, to teach him the real lyrics to the chorus of the song, but Matt likes his version much better.

Harm parks the SUV in the school parking lot, unhooks Matthew, and goes into the office to sign Trisha out. The school day is almost over, but he is there fifteen minutes before the final bell rings, in an effort to beat out the school bus traffic. He has just finished showing his ID, so that his daughter can be released to him, when Harriet walks in. She smiles, "Fancy meeting you here, Sir."

Harm rolls his eyes, "It's Harm, Harriet! What are you doing here?"

Harriet chuckles, "Aye, Aye, Si…Harm. I thought I would get AJ a little early, and take him for a treat, as a reward for getting such a high grade on his math test last week. I'm just not sure where we are going yet. Since work is relatively quiet, and you left my husband with mundane busy work to do, I deemed today would be the perfect time to take advantage of some with my eldest son, away from his younger siblings." She hands her ID to the office administrator as well.

Harm gestures to the munchkin on his hip, "We really should communicate better, as I owe this one an ice cream treat for being such a big boy today! I could have grabbed AJ while I was here picking up Trisha. Why don't you and AJ join the three of us at Dairy Queen? My treat. Unless, of course you want some alone time with AJ. I don't want to intrude on your plans."

Harriet replies, "That's very kind of you, Sir. Bud mentioned you asked for a few pointers, and were going to be working on them with Matt this afternoon. It won't be long before I am training the twins." She quietly adds, "I might be coming to you for some advice on tips for training a girl, since this will be my first time."

Harm gives her his customary flyboy grin, "Yes, and his ideas gave me a few of my own, and we were very successful. I'll share them with you later, after I tell my wife! Just between us, I think Trisha was easier, even though it was my first time trying to train anyone. I really couldn't apply most of my lessons learned with her to this little guy."

Harriet inquires, "Well at least little girls don't spout fountains the minute cold air reaches them!"

Harm chuckles at that. "Very true." Matthew definitely didn't have any problems with his aim when he was a newborn. Nine times out ten when Harm tried to change his diaper, Matthew nailed him straight in the shirt.

Harriet asks, "I take it that the Colonel is working late?"

Harm nods.

Harriet says, "Ok, Bud is picking up the twins and Jimmy, that way AJ and I could have a little time to ourselves. We would be happy to meet you there."

The school attendant walks in, with both AJ and Trisha in tow. They look at each other, both surprised to see their parents. AJ cautiously asks, "Is everything ok?"

Harm ruffles his godson's hair, "Just fine, Sport." Harm reduces altitude to their level, and whispers conspiratorially, "We're all going for ice cream."

Trisha can't contain her excitement, and wraps her arms around her daddy's neck so quickly that she almost knocks her brother out of his arms.

Harm lightly admonishes, "Trisha! Please be more careful."

She steps back, "Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, Matt."

Harm rises back up to his full height, and offers her his hand, "That's better, let's get going, before I end up behind a long line of yellow submarines."

AJ says, "Uncle Harm, they are school buses, not submarines."

Harm says, "Same thing, both of them are full of hooligans."

The children give each other a questioning look, as Harriet clarifies, "He means troublemakers."

Trisha asks, "But if we are in trouble, why are we getting ice cream?"

Harriet laughs, "Not you two, your dad just meant a bunch of kids together, or a bunch of Navy men together under water, generally leads to trouble."

Trisha still isn't quite sure what her dad meant, but she isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, when it means she is getting ice cream. It's very rare that her father lets them indulge in sugary treats, so this is extra special. Being her mother's daughter, she wonders what the reason is behind the special treat, but she won't dare ask until later tonight, after dad has bought the ice cream!

Harm gets his children squared away in his SUV, and pulls over to where Harriet has parked the minivan, so that they can make their way to Dairy Queen together.