"The Moppet Family..."

[Vic Romano]

Good Lord a lot has happened since my last post! I had a lot of reading to do, that was like homework.

So, a magic fairy, huh? Pretty sweet, youse' got any canned whipped cream? And what am I too young to hear about?

 

[christyb]

*still distracted by the thought of another little one* Hmmm, what did you say dear? Oh yeah, it's nothing. Just how your father and I met.

 

[sugarbritchez]

*poofs up a can of whipped cream and hands it to Vic*

Well Vic...... *flutters closer to him*

I hate to tell you but........ummmmm......you were adopted. Christy and Beau were out walking one clear blue night and stumbled across a package left on a park bench. Although your dad thought it was a salami sandwich, your loving mother decided to take a closer look and well now the rest is history. But the one main part they all forgot.......they failed to make it legal...so technically......you are still an orphan.

 

[christyb]

*finally is jerked back to reality*

What??? You were there when Vic was born. I was in labor for only 12 hours with him. He's not adopted.

 

[sugarbritchez]

*whispers to Christy*

Well would you rather tell him that or the REAL secret?

 

[christyb]

*looks at others* Excuse us for a minute. *fairy and mother walk out of earshot*

He's my child and you know it. Just because Father isn't his biological father doesn't mean a thing. Vic doesn't need to know about you know who.

(Oh boy, you like making things juicy don't you )

 

[sugarbritchez]

(hehehehehe)

*whispers back to Christy...* What shall we tell young Vic? Dingbat Hubby need not know but don't you think Vic is old enough to know the truth?

*smiles back at the group looking at us*

 

[Vic Romano]

(hehehehehe)

*whispers back to Christy...* What shall we tell young Vic? Dingbat Hubby need not know but don't you think Vic is old enough to know the truth?

*smiles back at the group looking at us*

Vic is 27 and eight years older then his mother, I think Vic can handle it,

 

[christyb]

That's my husband you're callling a dingbat. And no. He's not and frankly no one needs to know. *crosses arms in front of her*


(Oh my poor head. )

 

[The Count]

Well then... Hmmm, hope the mail brings that important parcel I've been hexpecting for some time now. *Gets jolted back to reality by Isabelle's purring.
Wha? Oh, you want more milk? Certainly dear, just as soon as we see the waiter. Wonder if we'll be getting back home soon from this vacation. Especially when Christy has her own little disappearances over the weekends.