When You're An Addams

You Need To Know What Lines To Cross

"I don't know what else you thought was going to happen after you two put that ridiculous bow on Kitty." April's scolding echoed slightly in Bren's bathroom. Chad sat with his head leaned back into the sink as she meticulously scrubbed the flour out of his hair. Bren and Pugsley sat in and around the open doorway waiting for their turns. "And Pugsley, how did you get covered in flour?"

"Collateral damage. Some civilian casualties are occasionally nessesitated in war. Wednesday weighed the cost of the losses against the overall effect of the victory and I was, understandably, determined to be one such nessesary casualty." Pugsley informed with a shrug.

"It was just a bow!" Bren protested weakly, still pouting at falling into Wednesday's trap.

"A bow that I am almost certain counts a war crime after glancing at it." Pugley countered solemnly.

"Yeah. I definitely put to much neon green on there. Colors were off balance." Chad agreed with a grin before wincing slightly.

"Sorry, caught on a knot." April soothed, carefully working it out before getting back to scrubbing his scalp. "You three are just lucky I stepped in after Fester did the initial hose off. He was about to fetch the pressure washer for your hair."

"I so owe you a coffee or tea or something for helping us out, there. I've got a sensitive scalp." April gave a soft scoff of restrained laughter.

"Chad, I'm trying to fuss at you three. Generally one is supposed to defend themselves."

"Eh, we did put a giant sparkly bow on her cat knowing she didn't like that sort of thing. Besides, the trap was epic!...Until I breathed it in. Good idea having us rinse our eyes out first, by the way." April sighed and shook her head.

"New house rule for war: no finely milled powders as ammunition in the house. Poor Lurch, he keeps everything so tidy and then y'all destroyed that hallway."

"I still can't believe you made Chad and I help clean it up." Bren groaned. "My wrist hurts from the scrubbing."

"To be fair, you two did start it and she scolded Wednesday into cleaning, as well." Pugsley mused, seemingly perfectly content. "I haven't seen anyone but Mother scold her like that before. It was very entertaining."

"All y'all are gonna give me grey hairs." April muttered, though a light flicker of a smile gave her amusement away. "Okay, Chad. You're done, go dry your hair. No hair dryers unless it's in another room! Pugsley, did you want me to help with your hair or are you just hanging out?" She asked as Chad trotted off with a quick thanks, knowing he hadn't seemed terribly fond of unnecessary touching outside of his parents. "Your mother should probably be finishing up helping Wednesday soon if you'd prefer?"

Standing, Pugsley straightened the robe he was wearing. "If you wouldn't mind, April, the help would be appreciated."

"Then sit down and settle in. Is your scalp sensitive?"

"Not really."

"Good. You have product in, so its going to be a deeper scrub." She mused before getting to work. Despite his assurance, she was as gentle as reasonably possible. As she worked, they discussed his classes and such, including his excitement over being accepted into some early college courses that will count towards his overall credits later on. Once his hair was clean, April sent him off.

"My turn, I guess?" Worried she was properly upset with them, Bren melted a bit in relief at her warm smile.

"Yes, your turn, Trouble. Come on, let's get that flour out of those curls of yours.  I saved you for last so we can properly condition it since I'm going to have to wash it so thoroughly."