The Lawns, Saturday after breakfast

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Now that Sky, alias Uberman, had been filled with a nice breakfast of pancakes, there were important matters to take care of.

Like fighting off invisible villains.

"Ha! Gotcha with my 'splodey baseball!" he crowed, tossing a tiny plastic ball at what he imagined was the wicked Space Turkey. "And I getcha 'gain if you come back! Uberman never gives up, an' he always beats the bad guys!" He spread his arms and ran in circles, pretending to fly, his red towel "cape" fluttering behind him.

"Here comes Uberman, to save the day..."

[Open for both the wee and the normal-sized to play! ... And no, I have no idea where I pulled Space Turkey from. My nether regions, I expect.]

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[withoutverona]

Romeo considered this, and made a face. "You hafta sit still in school. It sucks."

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke's jaw dropped. "That's a bad word! I'm not allowed to say 'sucks'."

[withoutverona]

"I'm not sposta either," Romeo admitted. "Mother and Nurse say it's crude. But they aren't here."

[gobrookeyourself]

That was pretty good logic. "Sucks t' be them!" she decided, smiling like the little rebel she was.