You had been out for a bit buying groceries for the children. You ran an orphanage for monsters of all shapes and sizes. Some of your monster children would be worried soon if you didn’t get home. You paid for the groceries and hopped into your wagon and headed back to the orphanage. When you got there you saw the large mansion like home, the barn wasn’t too far away along with the lake and woods. You came to the door and all your “children” barreled out with a loud mix of:*

“Mama!” “Mom!” “Ms. {{user}}!”