Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, and the correction- I'm not sure why I made that mistake, I guess writing fanfic at 2am isn't the best thing in the world

Anyway, here's part two

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, the Addams Family in any of it's forms

Gomez and Morticia were awoken early the following morning, by their little birthday girl, clambering up onto their bed and laying between them. They looked at her as she stared directly at the ceiling and then, without breaking her facial monotone, announced;

"I am four years old."

Morticia pressed her lips tightly together to refrain from laughing, then reached over and gave the girl a kiss, "Happy birthday, my darling."

"Thank you mother," Wednesday replied.

"Happy birthday, Paloma," Gomez grinned at the girl.

"Thank you father," Wednesday stood up as she spoke, taking a wide step across her mother and jumping back down to the floor. "I'm going to go and tell Pugsley the good news, and then Grandmama, and then Uncle Fester, then I think I'll tell Thing, and then Lurch. No I'd better tell Lurch first and then tell Thing, because he gets upset if he..."

Her voice faded away as she disappeared down the hall.

Morticia let out a kindly laugh, "Darling, wasn't that the sweetest thing?"

"It's certainly a nice way to wake up," Gomez took a lock of his wife's hair and kissed it. "Good morning Cara Mia."

Morticia stroked his face, "Good morning."

Fester and Pugsley were helping Wednesday set up her new maze that Pugsley had designed for her spiders, when Gomez approached.

"Fester, I'd like a word with you old man."

Fester looked up, he could tell by Gomez's tone that he was in trouble for something, "Er, I'd rather stay here and play with the children."

"Uncle Fester," Morticia's warning voice came from the kitchen.

Fester stood up, handing the pieces of the maze he held to Wednesday, and followed Gomez to the kitchen.

"Now, Fester, what's this you've been telling Pugsley?" Gomez asked.

"That he should have included a spring trap in the maze?"

Morticia raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrunk backwards.

"How about what you told him about not being a man?" Gomez prompted.

"Oh, that?" Fester smiled again. "I told him you baby him a lot."

"We do not baby our boy," Morticia told him as she started searching through the cupboard.

"Really?" Fester asked. "How about when tied his shoelaces for him yesterday, Gomez?"

"He wasn't getting the nooses right on the ends," Gomez shrugged.

"And how's he ever going to learn if you don't let him work it out by himself?" Fester wanted to know. "And Morticia, what about you telling him the correct dosage of peroxide to use in his experiments last night?"

Morticia turned back towards Fester, "He wasn't putting in enough. It wouldn't have had the nice bang he likes and then he would have been so disappointed."

"But that's how children learn," Fester retorted.

"Maybe we do baby him a little," Gomez conceded. "But you shouldn't have told him he wasn't a man, Uncle Fester. That just wasn't right."

Morticia nodded her agreement as she started piling food onto her serving tray, "Yes, now Uncle Fester, you make sure you tell him he was wrong and that he isn't a baby, before he develops some kind of complex."

"Fine," Fester turned and scurried out of the room.

Gomez walked over and took the top scorpion-cookie from Morticia's tray, "You know, Fester did have a few good points. We should let the children learn a little more through their own endeavors."

"But we do darling," Morticia replied. "Remember the time Wednesday burned her eyebrows off playing with cauldron on the wrong heat setting, or when Pugsley broke his arm the time he thought he could fly? That's how we let our children learn."

"You're right, Tish," Gomez finished off his biscuit and allowed Morticia to dab his mouth with a napkin. "That's responsible parenting."

Just then a loud foghorn went off throughout the house.

"Mother and Ophelia are here," Morticia smiled up at Gomez.

Lurch opened the door and lead the guests to the main room, announcing their arrival;

"Mrs Frump and Miss Ophelia."

"Granny Frump! Aunt Ophelia!" Wednesday and Pugsley jumped up, hugging their relatives.

"Happy birthday Wednesday!" Granny Frump shouted. "Ophelia, give her her present."

Ophelia absentmindedly passed Wednesday a large box, then asked, "Where is my sister?"

"Ophelia!" Morticia greeted as she and Gomez entered the room hand in hand. "Mother! It's so lovely to see you."

She gave her mother a kiss on the cheek.

"Morticia, you're too skinny," Granny Frump brushed past. "Gomez, you're not looking after her right."

Gomez shrugged, looking towards his wife who gave him a little smile. Her mother could be a little too much sometimes.

"Granny Frump?" Wednesday walked over, struggling to hold the box, which was larger than she. "May I open my present now?"

"Of course you can," Granny Frump replied with a smile.

Ophelia rushed over and kneeled beside Wednesday and the package, "You must open it quickly, use this."

She passed the girl a small knife. Wednesday took it and used it to cut through the ribbon tying the box shut, then pulled off the lid. In a flurry of wings a large mass of bats flew out of the box, spreading frantically throughout the house.

"Neat!" Pugsley shouted.

"A colony of bats," Morticia smiled. "How thoughtful."

"It was my idea," Granny Frump told her. "But Ophelia caught them all."

"Bats like daisies," Ophelia stood up. "I stood in the garden, and they came one by one. Landed on my head."

"Very clever," Gomez noted.

Ophelia brightened, "Ah Gomez, how terrible we never worked out. Imagine, this could be our child's fourth birthday."

"I dread to think..."

"Still," Ophelia smiled at her sister. "He's done wonders for you."

"Thank you darling," Morticia replied. "Oh, by the way Ophelia, the basement's been leaking."

Ophelia broke into a skip, heading towards the basement.

Granny Frump laughed, "She always has loved water that one."

"Thank you for my bats, Granny," Wednesday came over.

Granny Frump lifted the girl up, resting her on her hip, "There's forty seven of them. Ophelia's quite a good bat hunter."

"Forty seven?" Morticia placed a pondering finger on her lip. "The last time we went bat hunting we only caught thirteen. I wonder if they react the same way to henbane as they do to daisies..."