Kim pinched the bridge of her nose, a headache threatening as she tried to get Inya dressed for the day. Inya shook her head as Kim tried to pull the shirt up over her head, "No, no, no, no," Inya insisted, shaking her head wildly back in forth, "Icky."

"This shirt isn't icky," Kim insisted, "It's brand new," she held up the pink onesie so that Inya could see it, "See it comes with a matching dress." she held up the dark pink jumper that went with it.

"No no no no!" Inya screamed, "No Dress!"

Kim groaned, "Why don't you want to get dress."

"No Dress!" Inya insisted.

"Inya you can't run around in your diaper at the gym," Kim sighed, if it wasn't for the fact that Inya had super strength she would just pin her down and force her to get dressed.

Just then there was a knock on the door, "Is everything okay in here?" Grandma Harmon asked, poking her head in, "I heard screaming."

"No dress," Inya repeated, crossing her little arms in front of her chest as she stuck out her bottom lip like she saw Ellie do all the time.

"Inya doesn't want to get dressed," Kim said, "Though I don't know what's wrong with the outfit."

"Icky," Inya announced, grabbing the dress and flinging it across the room.

"I never knew a one year old to be so verbal," Grandma Harmon said with a smirk as she picked up the dress and walked over to the closet, hanging it up, and pulling down a pair of overalls that was the same shade of pink as the dress, "How about this," she offered, holding up the piece of clothing in question.

"Yeah," Inya shouted, clapping her hands happily, "I like," she pointed to her face, where a huge grin was, "See happy."

After that Inya didn't struggle at all with getting dressed. Kim looked at her ex mother in law in surprise, "How did you know that she simply didn't like the dress?"

"The fact that she threw it across the room while saying no dress," Mrs. Harmon confessed, "Besides I've been here for three weeks now, and the only time I saw Inya in a dress was at the wedding. she's an active kid and needs clothes that she can move in."

"Jaslee likes dresses," Kim said, "So does Ellie, I never thought that Inya would rather not have a new dress for her birthday outfit. Those overalls are almost small on her, and I don't have time to buy her new ones for her party tonight," Kim glanced at her watch, "I'm late as it is."

Grandma Harmon smiled as she scooped up the troublesome toddler, "Then I suggest that you get headed, Inya and I can have a girls day," she looked at the one year old in her arms, "Isn't that right Inya?"

Inya didn't respond, instead she stuck her binky in her mouth with a defiant nod.

"Are you sure she's only turning one?" Grandma asked, "Most children I've met aren't this well spoken until they are two."

"Yes," Kim said, already rushing around to get herself ready for the day, "She's just a little advanced for her age. Are you sure that you can keep an eye on her. She's faster than you realize and stronger then you'll think, she can climb just about anything she puts her mind to."

"Sounds like any normal toddler," Grandma insisted, waving a hand to dismiss the concern of the mother, "Don't worry, I've got this."

"I don't know," Kim muttered, "Inya is not a normal toddler."

…

Grandma Harmon, tied the apron around her waist, if today was Inya's birthday then she needed to bake a cake, and a smash cake as well. Wait, Inya was so much more mature for her age, would she even like a smash cake.

"Yay Yay yaya," Inya cried out, banging happily on the pots and pans she had pulled out of the cupboard with a wooden spoon.

Mrs. Harmon smiled, no matter what Inya says or does, she was just a one year old after all, but she was smart for a baby too, maybe she should suggest enrolling her in a baby genius program.

The banging stopped, Mrs. Harmon glanced over at the pots and pans to see that Inya had abandoned them already, she still pretty much still had the attention span of a kid her age. "Inya were did you go?"

There was a giggle in the pantry, which Mrs. Harmon had left open so that she could get out the ingredients that she needed for the cake. Inya was in there, trying to climb the shelves.

"Inya no," Mrs. Harmon insisted, scooping her up, "You don't climb shelves."

Inya stuck out her lip, thinking of something else she could do, she quickly walked over to the table and picked up one of the chairs, carrying it to the pantry.

Mrs. Harmon looked up in surprise as the chair began to move across the room, "Inya no don't push the chair around," she instructed, walking around the counter to stop the one year old in her tracks, she was not prepared for what she saw.

Inya was not pushing the chair around on the floor, no she was standing underneath it, her little hands holding it up over her head as she walked quite easily to the pantry, where she set it down and climbed up on it.

Mrs. Harmon was trying to grasp what she had just seen, a one year old carrying a kitchen chair around as if it was nothing, she knew several adults who would have had trouble holding a chair up over their heads while standing still let alone walking around with it.

Inya was unaware that she was frightening her grandmother for she had finally got what she wanted, to push back a box of macaroni and cheese and reveal Ninja's latest hiding spot, "Found Kitty," she announced proudly as Ninja uncurled his frame, gave Inya an annoyed look and jumped down to find a new hiding space to nap without super powered little girls interrupting him.

…

That night around the dinner table Mrs. Harmon finally got up the nerve to ask, "Did you know that Inya can carry a chair clear across the kitchen?"

Tommy and Kim looked at each other, before looking at the one year old, who was in the process of smashing her cake all over the place, they had been afraid that this would happen and the longer she had stayed the more likely that it would happen.

"I knew that letting you watch Inya was a bad idea," Kim muttered.

"So what is going on here?" Mrs. Harmon asked, "Inya isn't just gifted is she, those rumors are true aren't they? About you being power rangers?"

Tommy pulled his eyes away from Inya who was now using her cake as shampoo and was rubbing it into her hair and to his daughters' grandmother, "We were afraid of this, of you figuring it out."

Kim reached over and laid a hand on Tommy's, "Perhaps it's for the better that she knows, according to Jaslee she's going to be an active part of our lives."

"Cake Fun!" Inya announced, covered pretty much from head to toe,"Smash, smash!"

"Let's talk about this after we put the kids to bed."