The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S1 E5.3: Toddler Tamer

Andi's POV

The corn chowder is steaming, letting me know that it's almost time for supper. When I reach in the cupboard to get the bowls, I hear the sound of footsteps and stop what I'm doing to see Hazel passing through toward the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" I question.

"Just to hang out with friends," she responds.

"It's way too late," I say.

"Are you really one to talk?" she quips. "Don't worry. I promise I won't get arrested."

"Hazel," I say, "you don't know the full story."

She strolls back over to the island to lean on it with curiosity.

"Then please," she says with a grin, "enlighten me."

"I wasn't arrested for doing something bad," I explain. "I mean, I guess I was, but it wasn't really... Me and your aunt and uncles found out that there was this big clothing company that just threw away all the clothes that didn't sell, so we stole them from their garbage and gave them away for free."

Hazel's smile droops as she responds, "Okay, that's not the big misdemeanour I was hoping for."

"No," I say with a breath, "but it did end badly."

Hazel contemplates my story for a moment, her eyes focused on the island countertop.

"Look," I say, "I don't mind telling you stories about me when I was younger, but I need you to think of them as lessons rather than ammo to use against me. I don't ever want to have to pick you up from a police station."

"Fair enough," Hazel responds. Then she looks up at me again. "So if you don't mind telling me stuff, does that mean I can ask you about you and mom as teenagers?"

"As long as you promise not to use my answers as justification for the choices you make, then sure."

With that, Hazel's grin returns, and she leans in a little more.

"Did you and Mom ever sneak out any other times?"

I hesitate for a moment before responding, "Yes."

"Really? Where?"

I shrug. "Different places."

She nods then asks, "Was Mom your first kiss?"

"No."

"Was she your first time?"

"Okay, I don't see how this is relevant anymore," I state, flustered.

Hazel backs down, saying, "Fine. But I'll be back with more questions."

I chuckle awkwardly and respond, "Looking forward to it."

She steps back around the island to return to her room, and I carry on with my cooking, relieved to have our misunderstanding cleared up. However, I may have invited a whole new set of problems with this open-question policy, but I guess I'll handle that when I get there.

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Jayda's POV

The project is due in... I don't know. I think sometime this week. I sit on the carpet at the coffee table in Andreas's basement while he lounges on the couch. I think we were working at the start, but then Angel started sending me photos of shoes she's considering buying, and in order to do my duty as her friend, I had to stop and give my full attention to her. The purple flats are ugly. The silver heels are cute, but they have too many straps. The red stilettos are the best by far, especially with the black dress she's going to pair them with.