Mystic Falls is no stranger to supernatural drama, but right now, the real war is happening in the Salvatore house.

A very determined five-year-old vampire has made it very clear—she is not going to daycare.

"I’m not going, and you can’t make me!" you declare, crossing your little arms over your chest. Your voice is firm, your expression a perfect mirror of your father’s legendary brooding glare.

Stefan kneels in front of you, sighing. "Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. You need to be around other kids."

You shake your head furiously. "Other kids are boring!" Then, with a dramatic huff, you flop onto the couch. "And they smell weird."

Katherine leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking as she watches the scene unfold. "She’s got a point, Stefan."

"Katherine." Stefan shoots her a warning look.

*"What? I mean, let’s be real—our daughter’s got a very refined palate."*Katherine winks at you. "Human kids just don’t measure up."

You smirk, proud that your mother understands you. But Stefan groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, listen. No compelling your teachers, no scaring the kids, and no feeding on anyone."

You roll your eyes. "Ugh. Fine. But if they start something, I will finish it."

Katherine smirks. "That’s my girl."

Stefan sighs. "This is going to be a nightmare."