Piper, Phoebe, Paige and Wyatt were all headed back to the manor after a lovely Saturday afternoon. After a full week of work and boyfriend trouble plus dealing with a neurotic whitelighter's incessant pestering the sisters had all felt that they could use a day off. In true sisterly fashion they had taken the baby and headed out for a day of shopping.

At five pm that afternoon/evening Piper handed her son off to her youngest sister and pulled her keys out of her purse. She was laughing at something Phoebe said as she walked through the door. This had been such a wonderful day.

Chris heard the door open and shot up. Finally they were home, he'd been trapped in this stupid playpen for hours. What could they have possibly been doing that kept them out so late? He knew for a fact that none of them had to work today – he'd set it up himself so that they'd all be home and ready for the vanquish.

As Chris watched his mother and aunts to be walk into the room laughing and carrying shopping bags he wanted to scream. In fact, he did scream.

"I work my ass off to ensure you have this day open for a vanquish and you blow me off to go shopping!"

All three sisters jumped at the sudden shouting and turned to see the strangest sight that had ever graced their eyes. Their neurotic whitelighter standing in Wyatt's playpen, with his arms crossed over his chest, and glaring at them. It took everything Phoebe had not to burst into laughter right then and there. Paige didn't share in her sister's self-restraint.

"You're laughing at me!" Chris exclaimed, "I've been trapped here for seven hours! You missed yet another vanquish! And you're laughing at me!"

"Chris!" Piper called.

"What?" Chris ground out, turning his attention away from Paige to glare at Piper.

"First," Piper started, "drop the attitude." She saw Chris start to open his mouth to protest but held her hand up in a halting gesture and leveled him with a glare of her own. "I'm not finished yet." She stated. "Second. What are you doing in the playpen?"

Piper stood there waiting for Chris' answer but none came. The boy was looking around the room ignoring her "Chris"

"Oh, are you finished now?" Chris asked snippily.

Piper narrowed her eyes, "You're allowed to answer my question but past that I'd say no. You are not allowed to speak at this point in time."

Chris ground his teeth together. He would like nothing more than to just tell Piper to shove it but he really needed to get out of this playpen and he needed the sister's help for that. And of course Piper was the lead sister. "As I've already stated," Chris bit out, "I'm trapped in this damn thing."

Chris watched as Piper's mouth pursed into a thin line and she took in a deep, calming breath. If this had been Piper his mother Chris would have feared for his life. But this wasn't his mother this was Piper the woman who hated the ground he walked on. Chris wasn't afraid of this Piper.

"Well here's a crazy thought" Paige said condescendingly, "Why don't you just step over the side?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "You think I haven't already tried that?"

"I do believe I said you weren't supposed to be talking" Piper stated pointing her finger out at Chris and waving it for slight emphasis.

Chris glared at Piper "And I do believe that you don't have control over when I can and can't talk or anything else for that matter"

Piper raised her eyebrows at that. "You're right" she said eventually. "Girls what do you say we go and put our new clothes in the wash and I'll make us all some supper?"

Phoebe and Paige gave each other identically surprised looks but chose to let it be. This was a fight between Piper and Chris, the two most stubborn people that they knew and neither woman had any desire to get in the middle of it.

"I'll take Wyatt upstairs and change him" Paige offered.

"And I'll take all the bags and start the laundry" Phoebe said.

Chris watched in shock as both women hurried out of the room.

"I'm going to start on supper" Piper informed him, "You have fun."

"Hey!" Chris yelled, "What about me?"

Piper turned back and started the boy down, "Well as you've pointed out, I have no call in what you say or do so figure it out for yourself" and with that Chris was left alone in the sunroom and still trapped in the playpen.