Avid Adopter

9 - Addition

Dust had been with us for about a year now, and we were certainly getting along nicely. Although Dust had continued with his fear of blades, we were making a bit of progress; he could now look at them without hiding immediately. We were going to do something special today for their schooling: we would visit a science-based AU - a neutral one - for a field trip; they were interested in science, and I wouldn't deprive them of interesting experiences. They were growing up so fast! Dust had just turned six, Horror was seven, and Killer was halfway to being eight! My boys were growing too fast for me! We were currently in the kitchen in the upper house, eating a nice cereal breakfast.

"Didjya know that some humans put weed killer in cereal?" Killer mentioned.

"Th-they do?!" Dust was scared of that thought.

"Uh-huh!"

"Well, monster cereal is much healthier, and we would never do that." I assured.

"O-okay.." Dust continued to eat his cereal, but at a slower pace.

"I like cereal." Horror stated. 

"You like every food!" Killer teased.

"Every food is special in its own way."

"Even peas?" I asked. 

"Even peas."

"Ew!" Killer shook his skull.

"Peas are gross.." Dust didn't like peas, either.

"Maybe to you." Horror chuckled.

"I'm done!" Killer announced.

"Good, then you can put your bowl in the sink and play." I responded. 

"Okay!" Killer left the table.

"I'm done, too!" Horror exclaimed.

"Go ahead." I allowed.

"Thanks!" Horror chased after Killer, but not before putting his bowl into the sink.

"Dad?" Dust looked up at me.

"Yes?" I looked at my youngest.

"There isn't weed killer in this, is there?"

"No, Dust, there isn't."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay.." Dust continued to eat.

Breakfast continued for another ten minutes, with Dust not fully trusting the food he was eating. The others occasionally brought up topics such as that around him, and I honestly had to talk to them about it; Dust was more sensitive than other children, and if he had reason to doubt something, he would. I would let them have this day, however; they had been looking forward to it for months. When Dust finally finished his food, I helped him reach the sink to insert his bowl before walking with him to the living room. Killer and Horror finished up their game quickly when we entered the living room, and before we knew it, I was standing in front of my boys, who were sitting on the couch.

"Now, this is a real laboratory we're going to." I had to go over the rules. "Don't touch anything without permission, don't take anything, stay close to me, and if I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. All right?"

"Okay, Dad!" They were always good about following rules.

"All right, then. Any questions?"

"A-are there going to be h-humans?" Dust was afraid of humans; his foster parents had been two of the meaner ones.