Chris nodded and giggled. "Thank you" he said. "Can i finish drawing your picture now?" He asked, yawning right after.

"Go right ahead," Meg said. "I'll be right back. I'm just going to put this in the dishwasher." True to her word, Meg took the bowl and cutlery and left.

Chris quickly got back to work. He drew a picture of meg in a big heart with the words "best mommy ever" below.

(Bit early for that? Meg's only been his mom for a couple of hours at most.)

(My apologies)

Chris wrote under the heart "best caretaker ever." He then folded the drawing in half and wrote "to: meg, from: chris" on it.

Meg then came back upstairs, with a Popsicle. "i had to sneak this from Lois, but I think you'll like it," as she handed it to Chris.

Chris handed her the drawing and then began to eat his popsicle.

"Aww, that's so sweet," Meg said as she tried to pick Chris up yet again, but all she did was bend herself into a lowercase n shape. "Umm, Chris? Can you help straighten mommy out please?"

Chris blushed profusely. "How can i help?" He asked.

Meg, who was still bent up said, "grab my arms and pull me up please."


(Is this ok? I thought it fit, since well, it is Meg. The world hates her.)