Dylan (running through the kitchen): Now Lena, be rationale. Your niece is responsible…

Helena (chasing after her): And you put that poor little Angel up to it…

Angie (looking around): Oh shit…

Kit (putting her head in her hands): My niece the potty mouth…

Tasha (kneeling down): Angie that is a bad word. You shouldn’t say things like that…

Angie (innocently): Why? You do it…

Kit (throwing her hands up and trying not to laugh): There’s logic in that one….

Tasha (biting her lip): Because I’m bad (Alice fell off the chair laughing, Papi joining her on the floor.) Ignore them (kissing Angie on the head) no more bad words…

Papi (wincing as she heard screaming from upstairs then pounding feet): Someone is going to be hurting…

Angie (the innocence of a child): Someone bad (she couldn’t understand why they thought it was funny so she continued.)
 
Tina (walking in and picking Angie up): Hi pumpkin…
Angie (hugging her momma): Bad…

Tina (giggling): And just what have your Aunts been teaching you…

Shane (handing Tina a coffee mug): Nothing. She’s just extremely observant…

Tina (sitting down): Good morning…

Alice (sticking her tongue out): So…

Papi (warning; the coffee was helping): Child present…

Kit (setting down plates of pancakes and French toast): Dig in…

Tasha (setting down a platter of turkey bacon and sausage): Papi can you get the fruit out of the refridge…

Papi (noddling; moving slow): Sure…

Alice (setting napkins on the tables): Where’s Bette?

Tina (smirking): Never you mind (sipping her coffee.)

Shane (looking up): Yep. We don’t want to know.

Dylan (holding Helena over her shoulder): No you don’t (heading for the door…)

Helena (smacking Dylan on her ass): Put me down. I didn’t know you could be so mean (swatting her again.)

Tina (smiling; opening the door): Here you are…

Helena (incredulously): Tina Kennard…

Bette (coming in): Need help…

Dylan (shaking her head and continuing on towards the pool): No. I’ve got her…

Helena (screaming): Dylan Moorland don’t you dare…

Angie (laughing): Bad…

Helena (wide eyed): I’ll remember that Boo…

Bette (shutting the door): Now whose bright idea was it to send a rooster up to our room? (Everyone pointed at either Tasha or Dylan.) Really (hearing a splash; her eyes glinting with mischief; turning and going out the back door she pushed Dylan in the pool just as she was about to help Helena out.)