Sing with me,
Sing for the years.
Sing for the laughter,
Sing for the tears.

PAX GORDON

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Pax sat on Scott's living room floor. "Better get in here," she yelled to no one in particular. "Before I wet my diaper." Amy, Scott's wife, laughed and walked in, holding a freshly changed baby. Scott entered the room as well, their toddler son chasing after him. "Remind me their names," Pax demanded. She still remembered their names, of course, what a terrible Auntie Pax would she be if she didn't, she just wanted to see the look on Amy's face when Scott said them again. "We call the girl Shirt Shoes." "And the boy?" Pax said, raising an amused eyebrow. "Asparagus Broccoli!" The little boy chirped. "That's right!" Pax said enthusiastically. Amy laughed, proud of her son. She then put him back to bed, since it was probably about eleven o'clock at night. "Remind me the story behind that," Pax demanded. Once again, she still remembered. She just wanted to hear it again. Scott began speaking, but Amy shut him up with a kiss. "Let me tell it, dear." Scott nodded. "We were at the grocery store when I decided to tell Scott that I was pregnant. He was grabbing asparagus and broccoli in the produce section, and when I told him, both items dropped on the floor. Then, when Scott first held him, he almost dropped him. The name Asparagus Broccoli just stuck." "I still wish we'd named him Levi," Scott muttered. "Then, we were shopping when I told him again, and he was so excited, he grabbed a shirt and a pair of shoes and threw them in the air. And, when we met her, he bounced her in the air. Shirt Shoes was what we decided to call her." "I would've preferred Jen." Pax laughed. Scott glanced at his watch. "It's getting late, Pax. You should probably head home." "Nahhh, I'm sure that Lily has Travis over again, and you know it's never really just a movie night." "So what will you do?" "I guess I'll go see Mom."

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All the chapter titles are going to be songs, and none of them will look like they have anything to do with the story. They do though. You just have to think about it. But, since this is the world, and we're all stupid, I'll put why in the author's note every time. This time - Dream On, Aerosmith, because it is so late at night, and because Little Asparagus had to be put the bed. Lame I know. But hey.

Love you guys bye.

- KindOfAnAlien