Aiko sighed.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Well, when she answered the question of 'what do you want to be when you grow up?' with 'just like daddy!', I wouldn't have expected any less."</span><br/><br/>Not that she was complaining, Aiko certainly wasn't. Daikon was almost exactly like her. He was quiet, very gentle and kind. He had a brain on him that was better than both of his parents combined. They were lucky with their first born. Now, they didn't have horrible luck with their second child, but Sage was very much so like her father. She was wild, loud and proud. Sometimes, Aiko wasn't sure if the girl wouldn't pick right up where Tarrok had left off when their life changed with her first pregnancy. Holding that one down was like trying to stop a cat from pouncing on a mouse. And the feline really did like to pounce on mice even in her slightly older age.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"You may want to call them in. It's almost dinner time and I don't really want to delay it again by setting another broken bone because neither one know how to call 'uncle'."</span><br/><br/>Dropping down, Aiko returned to the kitchen, stirring a pot of potatoes while pulling down some dishes. A little tune was being hummed while she set their table. She was still the little housewife and would always be the little housewife.