✿ Smith Mansion, Kyle's Room ✿
"Being sick on your birthday is the pits," Kyle lamented, thinking of all the wonderful food he was missing. It would have been another cheat day!!
"Auw," Kay said, patting his chest consolingly, "Is Little Kyle sulking?"
Kyle turned to glare at Kay, who was giggling now.
"It's my birthday. You can't bully me," Kyle retorted.
"It's my birthday, too, so I can," Kay responded.
"I'm older, so you have to listen to me first!"
"I let you go first, so that doesn't count," Kay pointed out.
Kyle was suddenly quiet and Kay went up on her elbows to look at him in the face. She waved her hand in front of him and asked, "Hello? Anybody home?"
Kyle blinked and smiled.
"I was just thinking ..." Kyle began, "I never did ask you. Do you have memories of yourself as a fetus?"
Kay lay back on the bed, wrapping her arm around Kyle's waist with her head on his shoulder, "Bits and pieces, but not the full thing. Why?"
"What was your first memory?"
