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Percy sank down in his seat even lower.

I sighed. I was trapped in memory lane now, and nervously babbling about Percy's toddler/baby years.

"I remember this one time, when Percy fell down the stairs on his way to the apartment, he looked up, eyes streaming and asks, 'Mommy, is my nose flat?' Percy had face planted into 6 consecutive stairs, and he walked away with nothing more serious then a sore nose. It wasn't even bruised!"

Annabeth and Thalia were smiling at Percy with looks that clearly said "Hello, blackmail."

Percy (this is a reference to the movie, with Percy listening to his i-pod) scowled and slid his earphones in. He pulled his I-Pod out of his pocket, and scowled deeper. Dead battery, I guessed. He pulled the headphones off and shoved it in the glove compartment.

I turned my attention to the road. It hadn't even been 20 minutes, and we were all starting to get a little restless.

We drove along for a few minutes in silence, then I noticed that Annabeth was rubbing her arms.

"Cold Annabeth?" I asked, lifting my chin to see into the review window.

Annabeth shrugged. "I think it's just nervousness. I'm just getting goosebumps."

Percy leaned forward and turned up the heat a few clicks. I hid a smile. Percy cared for Annabeth so much...

"When Percy was around three years old, we were walking to the park on a rather chilly day. Anyway, Percy got a little cold and goose bumps sprang up over his arm. He started screaming and crying and trying to claw them off... when I asked him why, he said, 'Is it chicken pops?' I told him no, they were goosebumps and they'll go away soon. So he looks at me, really confused, and says, 'But Mommy, why didn't I see the gooses bump into me?' All I could think to say was, 'It's geese, not gooses.'"

Annabeth had stopped rubbing her arms and was grinning widely. Thalia was snickering, and Percy was nodding.

"Yeah, I did some weird things as a kid. Lets get past that and focus on the mission. What happens when we get to Westover Hall?"

Neither Thalia or Annabeth payed any attention to him. I just smirked. Percy wasn't mad; he was just embarrassed.

"What other stories did you have, Ms. Jackson?" Thalia asked.

"Welllll..." I glanced over at Percy. He looked out the window. "There was this one time, we were leaving Sweet on America, and Percy fell down and skinned his knee. Mom instincs kicked in, so I knelt down beside him and said something like, 'Oh, poor baby!' and Percy instantly stops crying and just looks at me. The he says, 'I'm not a baby. I'm a man!' ...Percy was 4 years old at the time."

The girls started roaring with laughter, and Percy kind of smirked.

"I kind of remember that day. It was when YOU WERE A NICE MOTHER, WHO CARED ABOUT ME, AND DIDN'T TELL ALL THE EMBARRASSING STORIES ABOUT ME."

That just made Percy's best friends (minus Grover and Tyson) laugh harder.

Several Hours Later

"He just looked so cute in the bathtub! Smiling, little dimples showing, and he was always so happy splashing around in there."

"Mom, is there even an END to these stories?"

"I'm sorry Percy. I'm just a little worried, and I'm babbling."

"Well, can't you babble about... something not related to me? ...Like snow?"

"...Oh, there was this one time, during the winter, when Percy..."