(age: 1-year-old)
"Thanks again for picking me up boy's. My car just didn't want to cooperate today." Ben smiled at him mom while she got in the truck. "No problem Mom, glad we could help out." Sandra looked at the back seats to see they were empty. "Hey where's Maxwell?" Rook started to drive and spoke up. "We left him with your husband back at home. He did not mind watching him for a few minutes."
Sandra raised an eyebrow. "You sure Carl can handle a human/revonnagander baby? He had a hard enough time watching Ben when he was that age." "Oh come on Mom I'm sure Dad can handle little Max. How did he have a hard time watching me?" Sandra chuckled while the memories filled her mind. "One time you got your hands on some permanent markers and gave him a make over while he was asleep, one time you got in to the fridge and dumped everything on the floor, and twice he thought he lost you when it turns out you were just hiding in your closet."
Rook snickered but quickly covered it with a cough. Ben just rolled his eyes. "I doubt Max will do something like that, he's pretty well-behaved." When they finally arrived back home Ben opened the front door and stopped dead in his tracks. "Whoa..." Sandra and Rook looked over his shoulders and gasped. There were hand and foot prints all over the walls. When they walked inside they found more and more of them.
Rook rubbed his fingers on the hand print on the wall and sniffed it. "Amber Ogia jelly?" Ben walked into the living room, he spotted his Dad sleeping on the couch and Maxwell sitting on the floor with his back turned to him. "Max! There you are!" Max turned to look at Ben. His face was covered in Amber Ogia jelly and so was his hands, feet, and tail. Max held up the now empty jar to Ben.
"Nom-Nom!" Ben picked up Max, cringing when he felt the sticky substance get all over his hands. "Man this is going to take forever to wash this out of your fur." Sandra walked up to the couch and glared at her sleeping husband. "CARL!" Carl suddenly sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes. "I wasn't sleeping! I was resting my eyes." Ben walked up to his Dad and held sticky Maxwell at arm's length. "You sure about that Dad?"
Carl looked at Max in shock, he then looked around the room then up. "How did he get footprints on the ceiling?!" Everyone else looked, and sure enough there were little foot prints on the ceiling. Rook looked at his son. "Rook Maxwell Tennyson, you are one strange child." Ben chuckled. "Of course he is. You really expected him to be normal being raised by us?" "No. Not really."
Max giggled while trying to lick the yummy jelly off of his tail.