4th Floor Common Room [Sunday, Morning]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac had never been so glad to have access to caffeine. Sunday mornings were supposed to be for lie-ins.

Kids, as it turned out, woke up antisocially early and usually only to demand food. Well, that was what the shape of the last twenty-four hours told her, anyway.

That, and that she should invest in electronic tagging. Mainly for Miles. Maybe Veronica could set her up with child lo-jack...

Anyway, once she'd finally figured out that if you gave them lots of cereal and sit them in front of cartoons they didn't break things quite so much, she did just that, and settled down with her coffee to make the most of the break. However short-lived that might be.

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[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

Faith was still young enough that she understood that. Mostly. "How old are you Amy? I'm ten."

[weetinyq.livejournal.com]

Amy held up her three fingers, deciding not to try talking again. That was probably a wise plan.

[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

Ah, to be three and innocent again. "I liked that age."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Amy liked it too, not that she actually put that into words, she just smiled at Faith again.

Unfortunately, you seemed to get maybe two words, tops, out of Amy.

Mac talked, at least, though. "For the moment, she's easier to deal with than the older one. Less crazy running around and breaking things."

[notacobrakid.livejournal.com]

"I think I did most of that when I was two."