Trickyfish....

[call-me-loca.livejournal.com]

Schmoop, schmoop, kids, and schmoop

please :)

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[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

where are you?

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

Come out come out where ever you are!!!

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

Is she psycho psychic or did you tell her what I was writing?

[raynedanser.livejournal.com]

I haven't talked to her yet today!!!! I swear it's a coincidence!

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

lol.

Maybe she is psychic.

I'm scared now.

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

"Lance?" Chris shouted from somewhere downstairs. "Where are the tacks? Don't we have more tacks?"

Lance was not about to shout back. Besides the obvious loudness issue, he really didn't like the idea of Chris with ammo. Especially Chris and Michael with ammo. He kept on with folding laundry, listening to doors slamming and Chris's periodic shouts for tacks.

Eventually there were footsteps on the stairs, and the bedroom door was flung open. "Are you deaf? Did you not hear me? We need tacks!"

"Are you an idiot?" Lance stage-whispered. "You'll wake her."

Chris just melted, the righteous indignation slipping into goo-goo eyes as he crossed the room to lean over the crib. "It's ok, she's still asleep," he said softly – for Chris at least.

Michael came in, heading straight for Lance who groaned when all his neatly sort piles were kicked off the bed. "Mike, careful," he protested vaguely, knowing how pointless it was. He opened his arms and let Mike crawl onto his lap.

"I brought a picture from school and Daddy said I could hang it up but there's no more tacks and I wanted you to see it but I don't want my other pictures gone so we need more tacks and Daddy was looking for tacks but he can't find them so we came up here because Dad knows where everything is and Daddy said you hide the tacks because you're mean but I don't think you're mean."

Mike stopped to breathe, and Lance put a hand on his mouth. "Why don't you show me the picture, and I'll get you some tacks. Daddy can stay here and finish putting away the laundry."

"Whatever," Chris said, still fussing with the crib. "Wait, what? No!"

Lance had reached the door by then, holding Michael on one hip. "Yes. It's your turn anyway."

Chris stuck out his tongue, and Lance laughed. "I'll hold you to that later, when the kids are asleep."

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

that's adorable ;)

[call-me-loca.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This was exactly like I wanted

[lincolnkw.livejournal.com]

I can just picture the look of fondness on Lance's face as Michael just babbles away.

So cute.