Amy and Penny take their kids to the playground.
Amy: Isn't this amazing? If I could go back to my little self and tell her that I will be a Mommy who goes with her kid and her bestie and her kid to the playground, she could not stop crying of happiness.
Penny: Yeah. It's pretty amazing. I never thought I would ever have kids, and now I love this little cutie pie.
She kisses Taylor and hugs her. Taylor giggles.
Penny: Okay kids. Time for you to play.
Taylor and Stephen run to the sandbox and start playing. Amy and Penny sit on a bench. Penny pulls a water bottle out of her purse.
Amy: Oh you brought something to drink. I knew I forgot something. There is so much to pack with kids.
Penny: Yes, so much to think of. Do you want a sip?
Amy drinks a bit and spits it out.
Amy: That burns.
Penny: Some call it liquor, I call it happy juice. It's just a bit, I don't get drunk.
Amy: You should not be drinking this in the middle of the day.
Penny: I won't drink the whole bottle, Amy, relax. And I won't give it to Taylor.
Meanwhile a boy pours a bucket full of sand over Stephen and starts laughing. Stephen tries to shake it off, but the boy pours another bucket of sand over him.
Boy: Haha, don't you want to hide under the sand? Nothing will protect you better from the sun.
Stephen: Don't wanna hide.
Boy: Then it's like taking shower. See, it is fun.
He pours another bucket full of sand over Stephen.
Stephen: It's no fun. Stop it.
Boy: Oh, you tell me what I should do? You are a little rat, playing on my ground. I have been here playing for years, and you just come here and think you can have my sand? Here you have my sand, over your head.
Taylor: Hey jerk, stop it.
Taylor came over from the monkey bars.
Boy: Who are you? His body guard? Look how small he makes himself like a baby.
Taylor: He is just one years old. Go away from him.
Boy: Or what? Do you think you can scare me? You are a girl.
Taylor: One good reason to be scared. Do never underestimate a girl. We have superpowers you cannot even imagine.
Boy: Like what? Are you going to throw your doll at me?
Taylor: I am Rainbow Unicorn. I only throw glitter at your face.
She pulls something out of her left pocket and holds it in her fist.
Taylor: It's just choice if you want to shine for once.
The boy hits her fist, so her glitter stick falls on the ground.
Taylor: Hey. How rude.
The boys laughs: You are stupid.
Taylor forms a fist with her right hand: Do you wanna get beaten up?
Boy: You would never dare to do that. And even if, it would feel like a gentle touch.
Taylor: Do you really want to risk it? I bet you are too weak to ask your mother for two dollars.
Boy: Of course I can. My mommy gives me everything.
He runs to his mother, and comes back with two dollar bills.
Boy: See.
Taylor takes it: Thank you. Now Stephen, let's go. Do you want some ice cream?
Stephen nods, she helps him up.
Boy: Hey, give me my money back.
Taylor: For once you did the right thing. Just be nice next time, and people will be nice to you as well. Or you really get to know me.
She smiles, shows him her fist again, and he runs to his mommy. She looks at Stephen.
Taylor: He won't bother you again. Stop crying. We have two dollars now. Let's get some ice cream.
Stephen sniffs: Thank you. Now I feel safe whenever I am outside with you. You are my new favorite super hero.
Taylor smiles: Yes, Rainbow Unicorn is always here to save you. With my glitter and the rainbow poop from my rainbow unicorn with which I can travel through time. Dad says it's like a Tardis, but when I asked him what that was, he said a phone booth, so I still have no idea. But what can be better than a rainbow pooping unicorn, right?
Stephen smiles. Taylor takes a rainbow poop out of her right pocket.
Stephen: You know, I wish I had a little brother. My Mom says she is working on it, whatever that means. My parents often don't make sense. But I heard her saying that people can get almost anything on Amazon these days, so maybe she is just waiting for a good deal.
Stephen nods: Yes. One day you will get a brother.
Taylor: Until then, you can be my brother.
Stephen: Yay! My sister is a super hero!
Taylor: I am Rainbow unicorn. My unicorn poop covers all evil into the colors of the rainbow and the glitter will make them sparkle.
She giggles and takes Stephen's hand. He hesitates to take it.
Stephen: You touched the poop with your hand, and didn't wash it.
Taylor: It's magical rainbow poop. There are no germs on it, I promise. I clean it every day to make it shiny and sparkly. See.
She shows him the poop and put it back into her pocket. Stephen walks around her, and takes her left hand.
Stephen: That side feels better anyway. The angles I was looking at you were not right. This is my spot when we walk together. I take your glitter hand.
Taylor smiles: So you can shine, too.