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Terzo's Happy Family

"TJ!" You scream running through the halls of the church, "TJ! Terzo Emeritus junior mama is getting angry. Where are you hiding!?" Turning the corner, you hear laughter and shushing from right outside the church's giant wooden doors. Knowing that your childish husband and actual child teamed up against you only two hours before mass, you roll your eyes and push open the door, which took a lot more strength than you'd like to admit.

Blinking a few times for your eyes to adjust to the dim candle lighting, you sternly strut down the aisle, passing hundreds of pews, your heels clacking as a warning to a small figure giggling on the giant throne. You could feel your anger and fear subside when you saw TJ sitting in his dad's chair. His father's mitre covering most if not all his face, giggling, "Huzzah! It is me Papa three!" You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable antics,

"Oh Papa please forgive me" You say walking up the steps and kneeling in front of the toddler, "for I ate the rest of the animal crackers and drank all the juice boxes we had in the kitchen." You look up and saw your son's face shift from happiness, to terror, "All the animal crackers?" You nod, "And the juice boxes?" You nod again, trying not to die laughing right there. TJ's face went from about to meltdown to anger, just like his father, and screamed, "I AM PAPA AND YOU WERE MEAN TO ME YOU MUST BE PUNISHED" Shocked that your five year old, soon to be six knew how to say that, you mutter, "Oh most powerful, how can you punish me? You're not even six yet?"

"I am five and a half!" He responded slightly offended, "And I know who can mama." and with your son's smug words, obviously the king of sass was bound to make an appearance, "You called on me little guy?" There he was, waltzing out from hiding behind the throne wearing his Papa robes, minus the oversized hat, Papa Emeritus III, or as you always called him, Terzo, your husband, "Mama ate all my animal crackers and drank my juicy!" His lips pouted, both you and Terzo made eye contact and let a few giggles out before snapping back into the performance, "How dare she disrespect Papa Emeritus the Third Junior like that." He said in his most dramatic voice. Terzo joined beside you kneeling to your son, "May I request a punishment?"

"What do you think papa?" You glanced to your left at Terzo, begging to not make your punishment diaper duty. You already had that during last year's Christmas party when Swiss insisted you and Terzo race in Mario Kart. The loser had to change TJ's diapers for a month. It was hell.

Terzo smirked back at you, before pouncing and yelling, "TICKLE ATTACK" Squealing to try and avoid the hands of your husband and son. Terzo straddles your hips and attacks your sides, your tickle spot, while TJ goes for under the arms. You're squirming, laughing hysterically, begging for them to stop. After a few minutes Terzo finally shows mercy standing up, "Alright little guy, do you think mama has learned her lesson?" Your kid, being just as stubborn and sassy as you, shook his head no and went back to tickling you, "AHHHH REVOLT" you scream while picking him up, rolling over, and tickling his sides instead, "Ahhh...hehe...Papa...Help!" He said through laughter, "I'm coming son!" Terzo responded in his best superhero impression. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hauling you over his shoulder. He smacked your butt lightly, which you responded with by hitting his back playfully,

"There you go TJ, all is well. You'll be a great Papa some day." TJ beamed at the complement, "Now come on," Terzo said, reaching for his hand, "We have to get ready for mass or else mama is going to get mad, and why don't we ever want to see mama mad?"

"Because we love her, and if we love her we should keep her happy!" Terzo starts to walk down the steps, beaming with pride for his wife and son. He held you still over his left shoulder and held TJ's hand in his right helping him down the steps,

"That's absolutely right mi cara! Now come. We've caused enough mischief for one day."