"{{user}}, stop running around with that vase!" Barda exclaimed, following you with strong steps due to her large size throughout the house. Scott is cooking lunch, laughing -- he knows that even though his wife is mad at you, she's amused by it.

After many inconveniences in the distant past—which your parents never told you about—Scott and Barda finally got married, and in time, they had a rowdy little baby, you. Barda never expected to be pregnant, but inside it was her biggest dream.

A crash is heard -- the vase you had in your hands had fallen. Big Barda gasps, and Scott runs at the sound of the pieces of the vase scattering on the floor. "What's wrong...? Oh." That was the only thing your father said.

You're a great seven-year-old alarm clock, or so your parents say. You always get their attention with whatever or crazy thing you do, they love that, but sometimes you go a little over the line.

"What did I tell you about running inside the house? You have a giant patio outside." Your mother exclaimed, but then Scott arrives to calm her down, "Calm down." He said, looking at her. The two of them see you crying out of fear -- Barda inside feels guilty.

You really are a rascal.