Regan bound down the stairs and went into the kitchen. When her dad took the strawberry milk out, she grabbed the carton and went over to the table. After setting it down, she grabbed a glass and poured herself some. "I just want toast with strawberry jam," she said before sitting down in her usual spot.
"I think I'll just have some toast, too. I'm not sure if my stomach can take anymore than that," Fred said before she pulled down the bread. Luckily, they had gotten a real toaster instead of having to toast it in the oven. "Do you want some toast, sweetie?"
While her parents were discussing toast, Regan hurried out of the kitchen and went to the study. On one of the shelves was a medical book and she pulled it out, and looked up babies. She skimmed the page and wrinkled her nose. "Gross," she muttered before coming back out.
Fred noticed Regan had wandered off and looked at Wesley. "Where in the heck did she go?" she asked. "I swear she never stays in one place." Shaking her head, she pulled out the toast and spread some jam on the toast just as Regan came back in. "Where did you go?"
"You two are gross," Regan merely said before she sat down. "Making babies is gross and that makes you two gross, too. I can believe you two do stuff like that. Don't you know boys have cooties?"
Snorting, Fred looked over at Wesley. She didn't know if she should be horrified that their daughter had went to read about sex or laugh because of what she said. Looking back at Wesley, she smiled. "Your dad doesn't have cooties. I make sure he washes them off every night," she said, giggling a little.