Chapter 1~ Teething Troubles
At 3 months of age little Andrew was the time in which he could wonder from his mother's side with ease. He couldn't fly yet as his rotors had yet to harden and just as well cause he could practically fly on the ground anyways. If he ever went into sports he'd probably be a champion ground runner because he was fast! Both Rosewill and Margret had to redline their engines to keep up and sometimes they'd end up failing to catch them, forced to stop as their engines overheated. And as they sat panting and red faced, Andrew would be running circles around him, giggling all the while. "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" He would laugh.
One day Margret had to run out shopping and she had to take Andrew with her. She carried him in her makeshift harness. Andrew was fascinated by all the interesting things on the shelf. Marget caught him three or four times with some kind of item in his grasp. "No Andrew." She would tell him each time, taking the item and putting it back on the shelf.
Eventually the two made it to the check out line and when Margret reached down for her purse she realized something. Her son was missing. Somehow Andrew had gotten out of his harness. "Oh no, Andrew!" She cried. After an exhaustive search Margret finally found her son curled up asleep in the candy isle with an assortment of wrappers surrounding him. Stifling her groan, the mother picked him up. "That boy is going to be something when he grows up." She thought.