"I don't know, he said he found an old video game and he wants to play together. Apparently Brent doesn't like the game," Ava shrugged.
                              
The strangest thing about Brent is the fact that he's completely normal. Having two very weird parents cancels it out.
                              
"Chase, I know what kind of games Code used to play. Do you think it's safe?" I whispered.
                              
"Oh please, you know it's probably gonna be a game intended for little girls," Chase said, not worrying at all. Did he forget about all the violent games Code also played?
                              
I went to the kitchen and gestured towards Chase to follow me so we could talk without nosy kids listening in.
                              
"You know, if Code is gonna entertain our kids... we could have some alone time," I said while wriggling my eyebrows.
                              
Chase pressed his body against mine and looked me in the eyes.
                              
"Hmm... you know what that means. We can eat a bunch of chocolate without having to share!" he grinned.
                              
"I love it when you talk dirty to me," I replied after a kiss.
                              
"Moooom!"
                              
Annnd the moment was ruined.
                              
I went back to the living room as slowly as I could but it was one big open space so it didn't really take me that long. Elliott had already spotted me and ran towards me.
                              
"Look, I found a turtle," he said with the biggest smile ever. 
                              
"That's a rock," I told him and had to surpress a smile. 
                              
"No, it's a turtle and I'm calling him Georges," the little guy said firmly. "Georges with an s."
                              
"Why the s?" 
                              
He shrugged as a reply.
                              
Sure, apparently the rock identified as a turtle. Why the hell not. It wasn't the weirdest thing Elliott had ever said to me. And it wouldn't be the last.
                              
"Okay it's a turtle. He needs a bath, though. And wash your hands too while you're bathing Georges," I told him and gave him a little push in the right direction otherwise he'd get distracted.
                              
"Honey, I'm home! Wait, I'm not home," Code exclaimed when he walked through the door.
                              
I groaned audibly. Great. Georges was never gonna get cleaned this way.
                              
The kids ran up to him and hugged him, making Code's clothes dirty. Not that he'd notice. 
                              
"Sure, Ava still hugs other people but not her parents," Chase whispered. Our oldest kid was getting into the wonderful yet horrible phase of puberty which meant hugging your parents wasn't cool anymore. Chase was dealing with it just fine.
                              
Not jealous at all.
                              
"I could hug you?" I asked.
                              
Chase remained grumpy.
                              
"Not the same," I heard him mutter.
                              
Fine, be a grumpy old father then. 
                              
"This is Georges!" Elliott told Code.
                              
"Whoa, what a cool ro-"
                              
"It's a turtle," I interrupted him.
                              
"What a cool turtle!" Code said. "Wanna meet Franciscus the second? Hang on," he uttered, went to the pocket of his jacket and suddenly a little twig appeared.
                              
Of course.
                              
This was normal.
                              
Elliott and Code got into an interesting conversation about their ... I don't even know what to call it.