Here's one that based off a real life story. Not my own, but a friend's. Hopefully it'll give you all a laugh like it always gives me!

Aiden and Michelle: 9 years old

Elizabeth: 3 years old


Packed Lunch

Misty's brow furrowed as she examined the calendar that hung on the kitchen wall.

She used it to try and keep her life organized, but half the time it just made everything feel more complicated. Probably because there was so much she had to keep track off. Between Aiden's baseball practices and games, Michelle's swimming practices and meets, Elizabeth's dance classes, doctor's appointments, playdates, and work commitments for both her and Ash…the calendar often came up looking like a jumbled mess.

The little square that represented today was particularly bad. Someone from the Pokémon Inspection Agency was due at the gym at 9:30. Ash had an interview at Indigo Plateau at 10. Michelle had swim practice from 11 to 2, Aiden had baseball practice from 12 to 3, and Elizabeth had ballet class from 4 to 5.

The whole day was packed.

Misty sighed and rubbed her temple. The stress was building, and it wasn't even 8 o'clock in the morning.

The pressure only continued to build as Aiden and Michelle came trampling down the stairs, already arguing with one another. Misty twitched an eyebrow and spun around, watching as they stormed into the kitchen.

"I told you not to touch my stuff!" Michelle hissed, her hands balled into fists.

"I already told you I didn't touch your dumb swim bag," Aiden challenged, rolling his eyes.

"You're such a liar," Michelle grumbled, shaking her head.

"Am not!" Aiden cried. "Why would I want anything in there?"

"To annoy me!"

"You two just woke up and you're already fighting?" Misty groaned, finally deciding to interject.

"Mom, I can't find my favorite goggles," Michelle fussed, ignoring her mother's question. "I'm sure Aiden took them out of my swim bag to mess with me!"

"I didn't!" Aiden argued.

Misty sighed tiredly and inclined her head. "Michelle, just because you can't find them doesn't mean your brother took them. I'll help you look for the goggles after breakfast…which I haven't even started making yet."

Michelle didn't seem thrilled with letting Aiden off the hook that easily, but regardless, she gave up the argument. Aiden, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased that he was no longer the target of a witch hunt, and allowed a cheeky smile to grow on his face.

Misty didn't see any of this, however. She already had her back turned towards the twins, retrieving a pan to place on the stove. She switched on the heat before walking over to the fridge to pull out the carton of eggs, carrying them back over to her cooking station.

"Aiden, Michelle," Misty called. She didn't look up from the stove, but she could easily sense she had gained both of their attention. "I have an inspector coming to the gym today, so I have to make sure I'm there early. No later than 9. Grammy is coming over to watch you two and Elizabeth, so make sure you behave for her."

Michelle frowned. "Who's gonna take me to swimming?"

"Quinn's mom is going to pick you up," Misty replied effortlessly. She may have been stressed, but fortunately, her brain was still firing at all cylinders. "And Aiden, Noah's dad will take you to baseball practice."

"Kay," both twins mumbled tiredly.

Misty was about to crack one of the eggs on the side of the pan, but stopped and let out a sharp gasp as realization hit. Maybe her brain wasn't working as well as she thought it was. Aiden and Michelle both exchanged bewildered looks before turning their eyes back onto their mother.

"Mom, are you okay?" Aiden asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Misty sighed, hunching her shoulders. "I just forgot you'll both need to bring lunch with you. But I haven't started on that yet either, and I'm running out of time."

Michelle thought about it for a moment before her green eyes lit up. "That's okay! Aiden and I will just make our own lunches!"

Aiden's eyes widened, but his weren't bright like his sister's. "…what?"

"We should learn to do that kind of stuff anyway, right?" Michelle asked theoretically. "Otherwise we won't be able to cook just like Dad, and that'd be bad."

Misty smirked at the example. "You're right, it's definitely something you should learn. But I don't really want you two cooking a whole meal. Can you just try and make yourselves a sandwich or something like that?"

"Yeah, that'll be easy," Michelle assured, hopping towards the pantry.

"Easy for you to say!" Aiden cried, rushing after her.

Michelle reached the pantry first and pulled open the doors, catching sight of the sliced bread and grabbing the package. She strutted towards the counter, Aiden once again trailing close behind her. Michelle removed the bag's twist tie and was surprised when she pulled out the last two slices of bread.

"I guess Mom didn't realize we had such little bread left," Michelle noted aloud before shrugging her shoulders. "Oh well!"

Aiden blinked hard as she placed both slices on a paper plate. "You're not gonna share?!"

Michelle raised an eyebrow. "How am I supposed to share? I need both pieces if I want to make a sandwich."

"But I wanted a sandwich too!" Aiden bickered.

"That's too bad," Michelle chirped. "Guess you'll have to find something else!"

"Mom!" Aiden shouted, causing his mother to wince. "There's only two pieces of bread left and Michelle took them both for herself!"

"Only two left?!" Misty exhaled sharply. "Ugh, I'll have to try and run to the supermarket today too."

"But what about my lunch?" Aiden whined.

"It is awfully hard to split two slices of bread, Aiden," Misty reasoned with him. "Those would be some very small sandwiches! Could you try and find something else to make?"

Michelle grinned, amused that her mother had suggested the exact same thing as her. Aiden scowled and pinched his sister's arm, causing her to yelp. "Mom, Aiden pinched me!"

"Would you two stop fighting?" Misty demanded, finally losing her patience. "You're starting to sound too much like Dad and I as kids, and it's not cute."

"Kids?" Aiden deadpanned. "You guys still argue like that."

Misty frowned and turned back towards the stove. "Start looking for something to make your lunch with."

Aiden snickered, amused that he had befuddled his mother, and walked back over to the pantry. He browsed the shelves, looking over boxes of pasta and cookies and cereal, cups of fruit and other ingredients that just wouldn't add up for a lunch that he'd have to make. Aiden looked over his shoulder, frowning as he watched his sister use a knife to spread some peanut butter on one of her slices of her bread. He just wanted a sandwich too! It definitely seemed like the easiest thing to make…you couldn't really mess up a sandwich, after all.

When Aiden turned his head back towards the panty, another package caught his eye. He pulled it out and examined the bag before grinning to himself and closing the door, proudly pulling up next to his sister. He dropped the package on the counter, creating a small rush of air that led Michelle to look down. As soon as she saw what he'd put down, Michelle blinked and shot him an incredulous look.

"Hamburger buns?"

"Yeah, it's bread!" Aiden chuckled. "Pass me the peanut butter."

As the twins were finishing up making their lunch, and Misty was simultaneously finishing making breakfast, Ash came down the stairs with Elizabeth in his arms and Pikachu following at his feet.

"Morning!" Ash announced, as cheery as always.

"Ah, look who's finally awake," Misty teased, still keeping her back turned.

"Hey, some people in this family need a little extra beauty rest," Ash quickly, though playfully, retorted. "We can't all just wake up as beautiful as you are."

"Ooh, that was smooth," Misty marveled, sounding genuinely impressed. "How can I even pretend to be mad after a compliment like that?"

"How can you even be pretend to be mad at a face like this?" Ash questioned, motioning towards himself.

"Alright, let's not push it," Misty sighed, her smile deceiving her by widening. "Put Elizabeth down and set the table for me, would you? Breakfast is just about ready."

"Kay," Ash agreed.

He placed Elizabeth down in her chair at the table and gave her a little pat on the head before heading over to the twins, who were hastily stuffing their lunches into brown paper bags.

"What are you guys up to?" Ash chuckled.

"We decided to help Mom out and make our own lunches!" Michelle replied.

"Ah, that was very nice!" Ash crowed. "What'd you both make?"

"I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Michelle answered.

"Hey, that's always a good choice!" Ash complimented. "What about you, Aiden?"

Before the boy could respond, Misty's voice rang out, "everyone come get breakfast!"

Aiden and Michelle ran past their father so fast they nearly spun him around. He remained there stunned for a short moment before Misty called again, "Ash, if you don't sit down now, these three are going to eat everything!"

"Coming!" Ash breathed, walking briskly towards the table.

In front of every seat sat a plate of scrambled eggs. In the middle of the table there was a single plate filled with bacon, and a large bowl full of fruit. Aiden, Michelle, and Elizabeth were all grabbing for the bacon, dropping the slices on their plates.

"We're all going to eat some fruit too, right?" Misty prodded. "Not just the bacon?"

"But the bacon's the best part!" Aiden exclaimed, stuffing an entire strip in his mouth to prove his point.

"Maybe, but the fruit is good for you," Misty reminded him. "And please try and take bites of your food instead of shoving the whole thing in your mouth."

Aiden smirked and picked up another piece of bacon, this time taking a more conservative bite of it.

Across the table, Elizabeth picked up her plastic fork (she, unlike the rest of her family, used toddler tableware) and began stabbing rather mercilessly at her eggs. Ash let out a short laugh before covering his mouth after Misty shot him a disapproving look.

"Elizabeth, do you need help?" Misty asked kindly.

"No," Elizabeth quickly refuted. "I do it."

"Of course," Misty sighed, turning her attention back to her own breakfast.

"Hey, I think it's great that she's so independent!" Ash chuckled. "You go ahead and feed yourself, Lizzie."

Elizabeth finally managed to pick up some eggs with her fork and tried to stuff it in her mouth, but it slipped off and landed on her lap instead. Ash's previously broad smile weakened, while Misty was anything but surprised.

"She's independent alright," Misty muttered. "But actually getting the food in her mouth is still a challenge."

This time, Misty took the plastic fork without asking, and Elizabeth didn't protest. The rest of breakfast went without incident, and everyone easily finished off their meals. As she finished chewing her last bite, Misty flicked her wrist to take a look at her watch and check the time. It was just past 8:30 A.M.

"Okay, everyone, plates in the sink," Misty instructed. "Grammy is going to be here any minute, and I don't want her to walk into a messy kitchen!"

All three kids cheered and followed their mother's instructions, even little Elizabeth (who was always up for following after her older siblings in whatever they did).

"Mom, you said you'd help me look for my goggles!" Michelle reminded her mother. "And if we find them in Aiden's room-"

"I remember," Misty cut her off, giving the girl a pointed look. "And I'm almost positive we won't."

"What do you mean 'almost'?" Aiden grumbled, looking somewhat offended.

"Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sure we won't," Misty corrected herself. "No more arguing, alright? Both of you head upstairs and make sure your bags are in order and ready to go so you don't keep Quinn and Noah's parents waiting! I'll be up there in just a few minutes."

Aiden and Michelle both scurried up the stairs. Elizabeth tilted her head and watched them go, only putting it up back upright once they were out of sight.

"Wha- -bout me, Mommy?" Elizabeth squeaked.

"Mmm…" Misty intoned, trying to think. "How about you go play in the living room with Pikachu and Vaporeon? You can all keep an eye out for Grammy, too!"

Elizabeth beamed as she nodded her head before running into the next room. Misty smiled to herself and got to her feet, picking up her plate with the intent to put it in the sink. She was surprised, however, when Ash pulled up next to her and took the plate out of her hands.

"I'll take care of the dishes," Ash offered. "You go help the kids out upstairs!"

"Aw!" Misty giggled and pressed a kiss against her husband's cheek. "You're so sweet! Thanks, Ash!"

"Heh, no prob," Ash assured her, walking towards the sink. Misty watched him go, and as she did, the two paper bags sitting on the counter caught her attention.

"Oh, Aiden and Michelle forgot to bring their lunches up with them," Misty breathed. "I'd better bring them upstairs with me or those two won't remember to put them in their bags!"

Misty moved forward to retrieve the lunches. As she grabbed them, she realized there was something else that had been left out on the counter: a package of hamburger buns.

"What?" Misty murmured to herself.

Opening up the paper bag in her left hand, Misty raised an eyebrow as she pulled out a plastic sandwich container, opening it up and being met with-

"What're you looking at?"

Misty blinked and glanced up at Ash, who was watching her from just a few feet away. The water was running in the sink, and he held a wet plate in his hands, soap and water dripping from its rim back into the sink.

"Oh, nothing," Misty replied lightly, popping the top back on the container. "Just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich our son made with hamburger buns."

"Hamburger buns?" Ash repeated.

"Yeah, we ran out of bread, and when I told him to make something else, I guess he decided to get creative instead," Misty explained, sliding the container back into the paper bag.

"Technically, hamburger buns are bread," Ash pointed out.

"I'm aware," Misty sighed, gathering both paper bags. "And honestly, at this point, I'm too tired to argue how ridiculous it is, because you're right. It's still bread."

Ash blinked and looked over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. "Tired? It's 8:45 in the morning."

"Yeah, and I feel like I've been awake for 15 hours straight," Misty calmly argued. "Don't forget, you have an interview at Indigo Plateau at 10."

"Aw man, that's going to take all morning," Ash groaned, hanging his head. "I'm gonna need to bring myself a mid-morning snack."

"What about a sandwich?" Misty suggested, turning her back to him as she headed for the stairs. "I'll leave the hamburger buns on the counter for you."

Ash turned his eyes from his wife onto the package of buns and shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I'm not picky."


Basically one day while I was in college, I was hosting an event and one of my friends showed up and took out her lunch of a hot dog bun with Nutella inside of it. They ran out bread in her house so she went with the next best thing. I crack up every time I think about it.