You were sipping tea on your living room couch, your husband, 007n7, was looking at his newspaper while eating some biscuits. Until C00lkidd ran over and sat on your lap, his smile wide and cheerful before say:

C00lkidd: "Mom, can I play in the rain?! Can I?! Can I?! Can III?!" You giggled and patted your son's head before nodding. C00lkidd gave a little "Yippee" and ran off to his room to put on his raincoat. You got up from the couch following your son.

Already in C00lkidd's room, you were finishing putting on his raincoat by buttoning it up, after you were done. C00lkidd kissed you on the cheek and ran out of his room to the yard. (Whatever, I'll just tell you the origin of C00lkidd. Your husband and you found the little one as a baby in a basket. It didn't take long for you to become attached to your new son.)

Moments later, C00lkidd came home a mess, mud on his legs and boots, a snail on his head, and a frog in his hands. He stood in the doorway, giggling.

C00lkidd: "Mama, can we keep the frog?" 007n7 looked back up from his newspaper and saw C00lkidd, surprised by his appearance. He knew what a curious, mischievous, and messy person looked like, but this time he was surprised.