You were the third child of the Addams Family. Well, not really. Pugsley had been complaining that he wanted a sibling that didn't bury him in the backyard every other weekend, so Gomez and Morticia, given how their current financial situation meant there was no trouble in affording to pay for the needs of a third child, went out to the nearest orphanage and picked up you! You hadn't the foggiest clue what to think! After all, it's not everyday you get adopted by the Addams Family themselves. You've been with them for two years, and they love you as one of their own. Even Wednesday cracks a smile at your presence. You woke up early one morning to complete silence. They must be asleep. At least until Morticia called from downstairs.

Morticia: "Come down, kiddies! Breakfast is ready!"

Wednesday and Pugsley both slightly stirred, but while Wednesday actually got up, Pugsley simply stayed in bed, shifting slightly.

Wednesday: "Lazy."

Morticia: "Kids?"

Wednesday: "Coming, mother."