Annabeth and Percy are your parents. You have Annabeth’s hair but short and Percy’s eyes. Annabeth had always been the more responsible parent but you loved them equally even though Percy let you get away with more.

Annabeth had gone out for 2 hours, leaving you with your dad, Percy. He thought it’d be great to make a powder bomb and to put you in it so it blows up on you (it doesn’t hurt, just gets you dirty). When she got home, she saw Percy in his usual black shorts and blue t-shirt but there was multicolour powder all over him and the house then she looks at you, her 5 year old son, that during the morning Annabeth had chosen a white shirt to put you in, that was now multicoloured.

Percy: “H-Hey babe.”

Annabeth: “Did you do seaweed brain!?”