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Max stared at the kitchen ceiling, trying extremely hard not to hit her head against the wall. She forced herself to answer him at least semi politely. "Ok, Mr. Thompson, thank you, goodbye." Sighing she hung up the phone. After a moment she yelled for her oldest daughter, "Alex Ella Maria Nicole Ride! Get your butt in here now!"

After a few minutes Alex came into the kitchen. She had just been flying with her siblings and looked confused at being forced to come in, "Yeah mom?"

"That was a call from your teacher." She massaged her temples, wondering why God decided to bless her with such stubborn and slightly annoying children. Oh that's right, she thought annoyed, because I'm the same way.

But instead of looked abashed like Max would've liked her to, Alex snorted, "Oh, I know what that's about." She smiled defiantly at her mother's expression.

Why did Alex have to end up more stubborn then both me and Fang combined? Max thought looking at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at her daughter, "Alex, your teacher was concerned about you word choice in describing your father's and mine's relationship."

She shrugged, still smiling, "Oh, I know. He had a 'talk' with me in the hall about it."

"Alex –" Max began, but she was cut off.

"But it's the truth! Dad's totally whipped! The only reason Mr. Thompson even called me was cause he hates me and is a old, weirdo stuck in the 50's!" She crossed her arms.

"I know Alex! And I'm not mad at you about that."

She frowned if her mom wasn't mad at her, then why'd she have to be in there, "Then why'd you call me in here?"

Max sighed, "Because, you can't tell people that your dad's completely whipped! Your dad likes to pretend that he's not, and if he finds out that people are saying he is, he's going to be all butt hurt about it."

Alex bit her lip, confused, "Yeah, but everybody already knows he's whipped, Uncle Iggy's even made status updates about it."

She put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Yeah, but you dad didn't know it was about him. That makes all the difference."

"So as long as he doesn't realize it's him we're saying is completely whipped, it's ok?" She scrunched up her nose, deep in thought.

"Exactly sweetheart," She replied just as Fang walked into the kitchen. "Oh, you guys talking about how Iggy's whipped, and doesn't realize it?"

Max shared a look with Alex, then smiled at her husband, "Yes, Fang, that's exactly what we were talking about."