Fangirling? Thanks, Trident! But seriously, think of the possibilities with Jayli and Jesse and a child.
Child: Hey, Mom, can I have the keys? I've got this great idea...
Jayli: Does it involve police helicopters?
Jesse: Does it involve fire?
Wyatt: Wait, this is a...
Child: Fight the power!
I laughed so hard at that! I promise that once I figure out how to upload stuff to the swap shop, I will put them on there for you to mess with. XD
Jesse, Chapter One: Lights
Over the past few days, I have realized many things.
The first is that you cannot, in fact, burn down a house with a toy oven. (And I was only SORT OF trying, thank you very much. I rather like this house.)
The second is that Wyatt does not have a romantic bone in his body.
You see, as an early Snowflake day gift, we all chipped in and both built him a barn, and got him a horse.
The horse's name is Margarita.
Did we plan this? No.
Did Wyatt realize the significance? No. Of course not, because he has the creativity of a wombat.
She really is a very pretty foal. However, Wyatt refused to leave her alone for even a second, and so a loft was quickly constructed; we both got to sleep there.
At about 1 am, I heard him climb back up the ladder. Sleepily, I looked up. "Washappenin'?"
He yawned. "I had to feed Maragrita."
A few minutes later, when I was very nearly asleep again, he said something else. "Jess?"
"Mm?"
"If this is what it takes to be a parent, I'm never having kids."
I couldn't help it. I laughed until he punched my shoulder and told me to shut up and go to sleep.
In case you don't get it, Wyatt is probably the most paternal kid I know. He spent the entire snow day playing with Margarita.
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Oh all right,
fine, so he also spent time with me. Hmph. Let me tell the story my way, would you?
So anywhoosits, where was I.....oh yeah! Jayli and I tried to buy a fireplace, but Peggy just kept magicking it away.
On the plus side, she's much less irritable now that she's maxed her career. She's also maxed Alchemy, but not a quite a supermax yet.
Wait, there was something else.......Oh yeah! Two more things.
First of all, Margarita's name happens to
mean something. Mine just sounds like a girls name.
There aren't even any good variations! I mean, if I was Wyatt, I would TOTALLY be using that middle name to my advantage. I'd be all like, "My name is Frond. James Frond." (Watchers note: Credit and thanks to Elridge for that joke idea!)
But nope. So, I spent about an hour on the internet and came up with this:
"I can be the great Jess-erino!"
Wyatt gave me his 'Jesse" look. (Part exasperated, part amused, and part 'holycowyoumightkillsomeoneIneedtogocall911'.) "Jess, no on in the history of ever has had a name with 'erino' at the end."
I scoffed. "How dare you, sir. Have you not heard of George Washinton-erino? Or the great Benj-erino Franklin? Or....or....um....."
"Thomas Erino-dson." Jayli offered as she pulled her coat on.
I gave Wyatt a triumphant look. "Yeah! See? He invented that light bulb!"
(This is actually how the majority of our conversations end up. Completely and utterly ridiculous, and usually at the table. Sorry I'm not in the picture; I temporarily turned invisible.)
(Watchers note: He really did. For a second, Jesse's box and character just blinkd out of existence. It fixed itself in a second, though.
)
"Hey, Li, where are you going?"
Jayli only paused long enough to answer Wyatt's question before zooming off. "The park."
BECAUSE OH YEAH.
THIS HAPPENED.
Jayli told me the story while she was picking out her adult wardrobe. Apparently, since she knew she was going to age up in a few hours, she called up this girl she liked and kissed her.
"It felt like light, Jess. Light and snow and that feeling you get when you're running from the cops."
"So, wait, why didn't you age up here?" I had woken up to find her playing around with her new hairstyle options.
She shrugged. "I didn't want to wake everybody up. I took the cake to the consignment store."
It took her almost an hour to find the right hair, and she's STILL trying to pick out her clothes.
Why did it take her so long to pick out hair?
All of them looked good on her.
ALL OF THEM.
Heck, even her aging up outfit looked good! How? How and why does she get to look stunning
in an aging up outfit when the rest of us look like wombat vomit?
Ugh. Here's to hoping the aging up magic works on my teen birthday.
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And that I can somehow set the table on fire with my birthday cake. That is the true mark of an evil genius.
