Thank you for reading my little story.

I don't own Bones.

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Sitting on their bed, Booth stared at his hand, "Bones, I don't want the kids going to the Lab anymore. What if the snake had bitten one of the kids on the face or throat? They're little. It might not have turned out like it did for me with just a few holes in my wrist and hand."

Moving around the room, gathering up the clothes she planned to wear that morning, Brennan stopped, "I'm not sure if that's possible. They're too young to stay by themselves after school and you know the last baby sitter quit because of the experiment that Joseph did."

Sighing, Booth shook his head, "Well Parker's classes run at the University until 4:30 so he's out. Why can't my kids behave like normal kids instead of Jimmy Neutron?"

Shaking her head, Brenan asked, "Who is Jimmy Neutron?"

Smiling, Booth pulled up his bandage to try to look at his wounds, "He's a boy genius. He's always getting into trouble because of his experiments."

Frowning, Brennan responded, "I don't want our children to play with him. He might give them ideas. And please, stop pulling on your bandage. It has to remain where it is for two days."

Grumpy, Booth sat on the edge of his bed, "Yeah, yeah." Watching his wife walk into the bathroom, Booth asked, "How come I don't remember how I got home from the hospital? You haven't explained that yet."

Looking back, his wife shrugged her shoulders, "The doctor gave you something for the pain." Moving over to the shower, she turned on the water.

Booth, scowling, stared at his hand and called out to Brennan through the doorway, "Damn doctors. I have a list of drugs I can't take; but, will they use it, no, of course not. Why'd you let them give me the shot?"

Stepping back to the doorway, Brennan explained, "I didn't let them give you the shot. I left the room to fill out paper work and when I came back they'd already given you the shot. Who you should be asking is yourself. Why did you let them give you a pain shot?"

Sighing, Booth frowned, "How the hell do I know? I don't remember why. From now on, don't leave my sight until I'm out of the damn hospital. Someday they're going to give me a shot that's going to kill me. Mark my words. I can see it coming."

Rolling her eyes, Brennan left the doorway and returned to the shower.

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Trying to be on their best behavior, Christine, Joseph and Hank were quietly eating cereal when their brother Parker entered the room. Yawning, the oldest brother grabbed a bagel and placed it into the toaster. Grabbing the cream cheese from the fridge, he leaned against the counter. Staring at his quiet siblings, Parker frowned, "Okay, what did you do?"

Frowning, Christine asked, "What makes you think we did anything wrong?"

Guffawing, Parker shook his head, "All three of you are quiet. That means you did something wrong and your hoping that Dad and Bones will forget about it. You guys are so predictable."

Sticking his tongue out, Hank snarled, "No we aren't you big doo doo."

Laughing, Parker turned back to the toaster, pulled out his toasted bread and slathered cream cheese on each half. Turning back to the kids, Parker bit into his bagel, "How many times has Dad told you to quit calling people doo doo?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hank replied, "I calls them like I sees them."

Walking over to the table, Parker ruffled Hanks curly mop of hair, "Good luck with the parental units. I'm leaving. I'm not involved and I'm not going to be peripheral damage."

Sticking his tongue out at his brother, Joseph exclaimed, "Coward."

Laughing, Parker left the room making clucking noises like a chicken.

Frowning, Hank remarked, "He thinks he's so smart."

Taking a bite of his cereal, Joseph observed, "Maybe he is. He's not in trouble for letting a snake get loose and bite Dad."

Pouting, Hank responded, "That was an accident."

Staring at her brothers, Christine asked, "Are we going to tell them that we don't believe in the Head Daddy anymore? I'm getting tired of pretending I do."

Shrugging his shoulder, Joseph replied, "It might break Daddy's heart if we tell him we don't believe any more. It's like Santa. He was depressed for weeks last year when we told him there wasn't a Santa Claus. Mom said he wants us to have the childhood he didn't have. She wouldn't explain what that meant; but, it sounded serious to me. I didn't like the implication."

Worried, Hank glared at his sister, "I'm not breaking my Daddy's heart. If he wants to pretend that there is a Head Daddy then I'm going to pretend too."

Nodding their heads, Joseph and Christine looked at Hank. Christine, spooning up some cereal responded, "Yeah, you're right. It doesn't hurt anything to pretend that there is a Head Daddy. I don't want to break Dad's heart either. If I have to believe until I'm old then I think that's what I'll do."

Curious, Joseph asked, "What about Michael?"

Scrunching her mouth, Christine remarked, "Hey if he wants to break his Dad's heart that's his business."

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