138. Back to Normal




What I want to know is, who gave my toddler a lollipop that large in the first place?


Bonehilda came to the rescue.  I’m always amazed how my children are never frightened of her, and yet a grown man ran screaming when he first met her.


To further distract her, I taught her flying and walking.  It gave us some much-needed Mommy and Jesme time.

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Yoshi and Merik were so excited to age up, they went cross-eyed from watching for the sparkles.


“I’m totally better-looking than you!” said Yoshi.


“I don’t think so, Yoshiii.  I’m the handsome twin!  Fairies are always the best-looking!”





“Hey, no fair showing off!  I can outrun the speed of light, that’s totally cooler than shrinking!”


I don’t care what either of them says.  They’re both my handsome little devils.


A new pet store opened up here, so I came down.  I’ve been thinking of buying a small animal for myself and the kids.  It should be easier than taking care of a dog and a horse.

But as soon as I came in, I was drawn to the horse supplies.  Looking at them, I felt a pang.  I miss Sonset and Curly.  I remember how they were always there for me, even when everyone else was upset with me.  Especially Curly.  I could talk to him about anything.


I was distracted when I heard a man talking to the parrot.  Actually, I think he was whistling at it.


“Hi, I’m Elena Queen.  Do you work here?”


“It’s nice to meet you, Elena.  I’m George Chlu.  And no!  I came by because I’ve been thinking of getting a small pet for my kids.  Do you think they’d want a parrot?”


“What a coincidence!  I’m here doing exactly the same thing!  How old are your kids?  How many do you have?”

“I have two.  They’re twins and toddlers.  What about you?”

“Oh.  Um…I have 53.  Most of them are young adults, but two are teenagers, I have a set of twins who are children, and a toddler.”


“You have 53?!



“Because I’ve always wanted a 100 kids.  So now I’m more than halfway to my goal!”

“So by always, you mean…”

“Ever since I was a child.”

“Jeez.  Most little girls dream of being princesses.”

“How would you know?”

“I have a daughter.”


“Yeah, well, that’s still a huge stereotype.  We females can be whatever we want, no matter what people think!”

“Well, I have to say, you certainly have the fairy princess look down pat.”

“I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.”


“Well, it depends on you.  I was just making an observation.  I mean, look at me.  I do look like Bozo the clown.”


“Anyways, look, I have a more traditional big family.  I have five siblings.  Now, I know that’s nothing compared to your brood, but I’m just trying to say that I have no problem with big families.  I was just surprised.  I haven’t met anyone who has that many kids.  Especially not somebody as slender as you.”


“Okay, okay.  I guess I just have good genes.  My mom and grandma are really skinny as well.”


“So, George, are you married?  Or in an otherwise committed relationship?”


“Does it matter?”


Then he kissed me.  George really knows how to push my buttons.  Both good ones and bad ones.


“So are you coming to my costume party tonight, Rory?”

“Ricky, I dunno.  I already made plans to go to Mom’s Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Mom’s having a Thanksgiving dinner?”

“Yep!  She texted earlier asking us to come over.  Anyways, there she is behind you.  You can ask her yourself.”


“Aw, man!  I’m not talking to Mom.  You can tell her she just ruined my life.”


“She took my party glory away!  Everyone will be at her party instead of mine!  I think I’ll go home and get drunk.”

“Ricky, wait!”

But he was gone.


“I’m guessing those are two of your 48 young adult kids.”

“How’d you know?”

“The hair.  And the girl’s wings.”


“So what’s this I hear about a costume party?”

“Nothing.  There probably won’t be a costume party.”

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t be.  He started planning his party as soon as he got your text about your Thanksgiving dinner.  He’s just being melodramatic.”

“Oh, okay.  George, come meet my daughter.”


“I can see her just fine from here.  Hello, Elena’s daughter.  Are you Rory or Ricky?”


“Ah.  My twins are named like that as well.  Helen and Harry.  It’s a pleasure to see you, Rory.”


“Is he…?”

“Another baby daddy?  I don’t know.  I haven’t decided.”

“Well, if he is, my kid will probably wind up going to school with yours.”

“You’re pregnant?”



“Oh, honey, congratulations!  Who’s the father?”

“I can’t remember.  I was drunk at the fall fest and wandered into the haunted house with a random guy.”

“Um, okay.  I hope you’ll be all right.”

“I’ll be fine.  I’ve got Ricky.  And I learned a lot from you.”


I saw Claus coming through the window.


“Why didn’t you send me my thank you note?”


“It’s traditional to give people who give you gifts thank you notes!  I gave you the most wonderful gift of all, and I never heard another word from you!”


I ducked my head and tried to keep a straight face.  “To be fair, Claus, you ran screaming out of my house before I could get a mailing address from you.”


He walked behind the register.

“All you had to do was mail it to the North Pole!”

“Well, I’m sorry.  Look, I’ve got to run.  I have the dinner to plan.  You are still coming, right?”



With that, I flew for it, forgetting to ask George if he wanted to come to the dinner as well.


As such, I missed this little scene.

“So, would you like a kiss goodbye?”


“Ewww!  I saw you kissing Mom!  I don’t want my mom’s spit in me!”

“I meant a kiss on the cheek.”

A/N: George Chlu is Milenchica‘s 7th generation heir to her wishacy.  He will be in the next update as well.  I realize the shirt he’s wearing in my game doesn’t even resemble the one Milenchica dressed him in.  My fault.  I forgot to make him look as close to her version of him as possible.  Sorry!

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