Kensi looked down at the piece of paper in front of her. It had been sent home in Callie's 'take home folder' from her second grade class.

She'd had recess detention three days this week. Monday and Tuesday were from last week's recess debacle. Callie may have gotten a little rough with some of the third grade boys on the soccer field. A little rough? No. She held those third grade boys down until they were begging for mercy.
She got to go to recess on Wednesday and Thursday, but she wasn't allowed to play soccer anymore.

That's ultimately how she got detention Friday.

According to the paper in front of her, Callie had thrown a punch.

Everytime her daughter got in trouble, Kensi would find a behavior worksheet in the folder. It was part of the school's positive behavior program, which encouraged the kids to explain why they did what they did and what they should do in the future. Kensi thought it was a stupid process, but Nate suggested that it maybe wasn't. Since Callie was a little rebel, Nate had been meeting with her recently to see what was really going on. Kensi had Deeks had reported to the school far too many times for stuff like this. So far, Nate couldn't find anything more than 'like mother, like daughter.' Deeks had his own theory, though.

Kensi was reading her daughter's most recent sheet, when one answer caught her attention.

Ultimately, Callie had punched the boy because he was 'annoying' her. But the final question was "What have you learned from this situation?"

And Callie had written in her little handwriting, "You can't punch boys you like."

Deeks then came down the stairs from tucking Callie in bed. "Do you want me to go pick Max up from band practice?"

She turned to him and held out the paper. "Read this."

He narrowed his eyes and took the paper, reading it carefully.

"Oh my goodness Kens. I didn't know our kid could become any more like you."

"Shut up!" she said, slapping his thigh, but gently. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she rolled her eyes. Of course she just did that.

"This is a problem. A serious problem. We have to do something about her behavior issues. Roughing up boys isn't that bad, but punching now? It's crossed the line."

He chuckled. "Hey, remember that time she convinced half her class that she had x-ray vision?"

She looked at him dumbfound.

"And that time she wrote a letter to Sam thanking him for his service in the Navy?"

She started to realize what he was doing. He walked over to the fridge and pulled it out from under a magnent. "Remember when she drew you this after you cracked a rib?"

The drawling was two raccoons, a pink one and a blue one, with a big 'cornflower' blue heart around them. The pink one was eating a fern, and there were two smaller raccoons at the bottom. She'd written Mom and Dad and Maxwell and Callie under the respective raccoon. She took the drawling and held it to her chest.

"What I'm saying here Kens, is yeah. We need to punish her for this. We have to lay down the law this time. But she's not a bad kid. She's caring and silly. But she also sees us every day, especially you, kicking bad guy ass and she wants to be like you. She may not know everything about our jobs, which is honestly a good thing. But she knows that we're the good guys. She just wants to be like us. She doesn't realize her school isn't the place for that."

She rolled her eyes and leaned into her husband's chest. "I love her to death, but why couldn't we just have boys?"

"Boys are easy," he said. "There had to be a little girl with pretty brunette curls that stole my heart just like her momma."

"You really think she wants to be like me?"

"Oh, its obvious. You're her world, Kens."

"Is that a good thing?"

"It may not look like it now, but yes. Its a very good thing. Your beauty, intelligence, drive… she's going to be that. We've just got to help her through this."

She kissed him, long and slow. "You go get Max. I'll go talk to her. I know she's not asleep."

He gave her one last squeeze and grabbed his keys. "Good. Love you babe."

"I love you too."