"Tie my shoes, Auntie G'rgie?" the little boy said.
Greer sighed, and went to tie the little boy's shoes. "You've got to learn this someday, Michael." The older Michael, her husband, said, "No, they just learn to use velcro."

Greer made a face at him. "We learned it, Mikey here can learn it."

"I suppose you're going to make Mikey's children learn it too?"

"When it comes time," Greer said. "If they are ever born."

"They will be. You're pampering everybody's kids, they'll make it to have kids. Besides, you get to look forward to being called 'Great-Auntie Georgie'."

Greer shuddered, considering the possibilities of being called Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Auntie Georgie. "I hope I'll have changed my name by then."

"But you'll still pamper them."

"I have a vested interest. Besides, I'll someday be due millions in babysitting fees."

"Which you'll never collect," Michael said, smirking.

"I doubt it. But then, everybody will have grown up with everybody else, and they can drop their kids off with someone besides me."

"Auntie Georgie!" a small voice piped up.

She looked at the teary-eyed three year old. His red hair flopped around as he held up a finger.

"What happened, Marmie?" she asked him.

"Cut my finger!" he whined.

"Dad would fix it in a moment," a girl, the third of the trio said.

Greer sighed. "Theona, your Dad is with your Mum on vacation. And he doesn't need to be summoned for a minor cut. It'll heal."

Michael picked up a bottle and some band-aids and gave them to her. She put disinfectant on Marmie's wound, bandaged it, and kissed it. Marmie beamed.

"Marmie's definitely a Damon," Michael observed.

"Yes. Just like Theona is a Newman, and Mikey acts a bit like Lisa. Remind me to tell Marmie not to call any of his sons 'Marmaduke'. That tradition has got to stop. I don't want to have to change the diapers of Marmaduke Damon the fourth."

"Pound it into Marmie's head. You've got a few years," Michael joked. "They won't even be showing their powers-"

"If they do," Greer interrupted.

"As I was saying, they won't be showing their powers for a few years. I mean, Theona's only eight, Mikey's almost six, and Marmie's only three. They've got a few years."

"We *might* survive until then."

"We will."

"Now, how to get them to stop calling me Georgie..."

"They'll learn. They'll figure it out."

Greer sighed. "I hope so. It's going to be a long time."

A crash sounded from the kitchen, and they went to locate their latest disturbance.