Hi Mum, it's Sammy (Clone 59 - Part 8)

Charlie was good to his little sister in the morning. He noticed that Donna was feeling a bit alone and wandered into her room.

Sunny is a night owl because of her work. I've been sleeping late because there's always an emergency last thing in the day. So I'm late getting home, late getting everything done for the evening and late to bed.

So when Charlie noticed that little Donna was getting very hungry, he brought her a bottle.

Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 59 - part 7)

This post has an excessive amount of warm fuzziness attached to it. You have been warned.

"Night night, my little princess. You sleep well, it was a big day today."

I swear, that little munchkin has already grown more. Why don't they stay small and adorable?

Charlie discovered that we bought several new things for him. First that he decided to try was the new sand pit.

"Charlie, you have to come in. Your first day of school is tomorrow. You better start getting ready for bed."

Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 59 - part 6)

"Sammy, this is the best spaghetti ever."

"Thanks Sunny.  How was your day?"

"Kept an eye on Donna. Tried to teach Charlie to talk but he's too fond of that blasted toy of his. He doesn't concentrate. How was your day, dear?"

"Same old. Maintenance around the station. A workout. Small kitchen fire."

"Another fire? People are so careless."

"Hey, they might have had a reason. Like the birth of a baby." I grinned at Sunny. "Those babies are mighty distracting. We were lucky that sitter took care of the fire so fast. By the way, Sunny, can I ask you," I paused for a breath.

"The answer is no, Sam."

"But?"

"No more babies. I want to get back to the theatre before they forget me."

"No one ever forgets you, Sunshine."

"No Sam. No more babies." Hmm, I'll have to work on this.

"And then the terrible claw rose out of the pit."

"It came to do one thing."

"It came to...It came to...tickle Charlie." Charlie loves the claw story. Well, he loves the end of the claw story.

Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 59 - part 5)

Poor Sunny. I wish we could afford a maid so someone else was responsible for keeping the house clean. But we haven't that kind of money to throw around. If we did happen into some cash, we should look at moving first. Something a bit nicer than this little place.

The least I could do was make sure that her efforts were properly rewarded.

Charlie may not have a room of his own, but he has all the love he needs. Because someone is there when he needs attention.