33 Apocalypse Avenue [mid-morning]

[sith_happened]

A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

Rear ends are great for that.

He made his way into the kitchen and leaned up onto his tiptoes to reach the cereal--something bright with incomprehensible writing on the side--and tipped about half of it onto the floor.

Exasperated, he lifted the bucket off of his eyes to see. Bright blue eyes gazed around the room and settled on the telephone.

Ooooh. He could call all of his friends!

Or punch random numbers and leave messages...which is what a four-year-old is much more inclined to do...

[OOC: Open for housemates and friends who know who this is. Radio squirrels--buckethead kid doesn't have a name...]

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[sith_happened]

"Uh-huh," he declared sleepily.

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"Okay," she agreed amicably, smiling softly. "Do you want a blankie?"

[sith_happened]

He nodded and curled closer. "It's cold."

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Rory carefully scooped him up, leaning him against her shoulder as she headed back downstairs to the couch, where she found a blanket. "Here we go," she said, settling down with him still in her arms, and pulling the blanket over them.

[sith_happened]

Anakin left his arms curled around her neck and closed his eyes again. "Better," he pronounced just before dropping off to sleep.

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Rory sighed and resigned herself to not being able to get up for the next little while, and just watched him sleep.

She might not mind having kids, if they were like this. Maybe she could keep him this way.