24th October 2013 Thursday

Day 297

Oh, I'm so sorry for the terrible grammar errs I've been making lately. Each time I read a mistake it feels like a punch to the gut. I may/may not say why my grammar has become more difficult by the end of this resolution, but the truth is I don't want the pity over it. I promise those little mishaps will be fixed.

DragonFlyer9, I just wanted to say the biggest thank you ever. You made me look so weird after I read your best review ever that I was trying to hide my gushing smile with my scarf…and on a public bus. Who cares, I'll never have to see those people again and I'll always have your review!

COL, I'm actually not sure how old Winston is myself, but looking back I'd say he's about 4 years old.

Disclaimer: Clearly I'm a fanfic writer, I own squat.

The beacon continued to blink on Jenny's wristcom, leading the family in the direction of water. The clone managed to pull herself out of her trance once her ears picked up the sharp squeal of her son.

"Zap, what are you doing?" the mother snapped, running forward to her husband. Zap looked over his shoulder, his hands continuing to pull on the thin string in his hold.

"Hey check it out," he turned to look up in the sky, where Jenny saw their son smiling down at them; string attached to his waist and wings spread. "It's a Max kite."

"Get him down, that's so dangerous," she ordered. The smile wiped itself off of the pilot's face.

"But-" his blue eyes locked on to hers; glaring dangerously at him. He caved almost instantly, though he would never admit that it was out of fear. The engineer shouted up in the air.

"Ok buddy, Zap's bringing you down now."

"Oh, but mom!" the child shouted in a pleading tone. Zap sighed in defeat at his son's tone, but Jenny simply shook her head. The father began to pull the sting in, bringing Max back towards the ground. Once his feet touched the ground, he broke off in to a sprint, Zap holding on to the string as though it were a leash.

"I hate it when he says that," Jenny mumbled, referring to Max's plea against his mother. She looked at Zap from the corner of her eye. "You need to be the bad parent once in a while."

"I am the bad parent," he defended himself, one hand touching his chest and the other moving wildly as it gripped the string. "You're the one that makes cool gadgets for him."

"Still, you have to say no to him once in a while," both parents were distracted by the sudden loosening of the string. Jenny and Zap ceased their conversation and looked forward. Max was walking towards them, and in his hold was a large, furry weasel-like creature in his grip. The child's green eyes were as wide as they could be, begging before he had even asked his question.

"Can I keep it mom?" he tilted his head up so that his eyes looked wider. "Can I please?"

"And this is your perfect opportunity," Jenny nudged the pilot in the ribs, who looked at her in shock.

"Uh, Max," Zap began, kneeling down to the boy's height. Unfortunately that just brought him closer to Max's eyes, which were larger and greener. Zap stood up again, lips curled inward as he fought the cuteness.

"I can't, he has your eyes," he whispered to Jenny. The clone shook her head subtly before urging to pilot to continue. By this point, Max had let his head drop in defeat; knowing where this conversation was going. Zap knelt down once again, placing a comforting hand on the child's shoulder.

"Buddy, this little…thing, lives here, probably with his family. You wouldn't want someone taking you away from your home. If we find any of these Back Grazer bugs, then we can take some of them home."

Tears threatened to fall from Max's face as he nodded solemnly. With gentle actions, he placed the weasel back down on the ground, which scurried away in to a nearby bush. The little bug boy's gaze remained locked on where it had disappeared, and in a moment of weakness, Zap pulled on the string in his hand.

"You want to fly the Max kite again?" Max flicked his head up instantly, smiling brightly at his parents.

"Yes!" he cheered, before running forward and taking flight in the air. Zap chuckled as he pulled on the string, his smile fading slightly when he noticed Jenny's glare; hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow.

"Meh, what are you going to do?" he asked rhetorically as he ran forward, keeping the string taught on his child.

Jenny let her hands drop to her sides. "I'm raising two boys."

R&R! Assessments are so close to being finished!