In most "The Gaang Grows Up and Has Kids" stories, people name Katara's daughter Kya. Which is plausible and all. BUT Sokka is the older sibling, who will most likely get married first, and therefore most likely have kids before Katara. In my head, that gives him full rights to the name Kya, if he should happen to have a girl.

Which in here, he does.

And Sokka has to have a son, of course. That's a unanimous opinion ;) So…

Dad's hand moved down my arm, straightening my elbow and adjusting the angle of my shoulder. His fingers adjusted my grip; not too tight, not too loose. Then he nodded, and I swung back my wrist and let the boomerang fly.

Or rather, watch it careen through the air to make a sharp left and crash into a lamp.

Oops.

Kota gave a barking laugh. "Not bad!" I glared. Dad walked over and carefully scooped up the remains of the lamp.

"Okay, so maybe your mother was thinking ahead when she said to practice outside…"

"I don't see what's wrong with practicing inside. After all, Kota's throws only go about two feet in the air." Still sore from his remark, I stuck out my tongue for added emphasis.

"But with Kya's excellent aim, every object a mile to the left of her target is in danger."

"Really? So if I aim here—" The end of my boomerang crashed perfectly in my brother's head, and I nearly collapsed laughing. "Wow Kota, you are a Water Tribe genius!"

"Alright, watch out, Miss Priss!" Kota's boomerang landed far from my feet and I laughed harder.

"Enough, you two," Dad sighed. "Now Kya, just watch."

Lining up in a perfect posture, Dad snapped his arm and his boomerang circled in a neat line around the room before being caught by his hand. Kota gaped in admiration.

"Nice one!" Dad smiled and gave a small bow. "Thank you, I try."

I traced the path the boomerang had taken with my finger. "Yeah, how do you get it so perfectly?"

"Ah, practice, my young novices." He looped an arm around Kota's shoulders and mine. "Maybe one day you too shall master the art of the mighty boomerang," his hands ruffled our hair, "instead of the terrible aim and throwing power you have now. Really, you guys are…pretty awful. I don't even think Aunt Katara was that bad the one time—"

Kota caught my eye and I nodded. The bonus of being twins was that you almost knew what your sibling was thinking.

Both of our boomerangs caught Dad in the head at the same time, and we took off laughing as he yelped and tripped over the rug trying to chase after us.

"Get back here! HEY! Kya! Kota! Ow—yeah, you better run!"

Mom arrived home to three broken lamps.