Page 60 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

His Daddy chuckled. "I'll believe it when I see it. You always say such things right before you do something extra naughty."

Before Michael could reply, there was a scream upstairs.

Uncle John shook his head and clicked his tongue. "You lasted whole two seconds this time before I caught you in a lie."

"But I'm down here, Daddy," Michael protested innocently, his big eyes twinkling up at his Daddy. "Why would you think I have anything to do with whatever that was?"

Kristen came running down the stairs, hugging herself and pacing around the living room. "My hair! My beautiful hair. I've been growing it since I was fifteen. I planned on never getting it cut for the rest of my life and now it's all ruined because someone butchered it in my sleep."

Everyone collectively gasped, but it looked way worse than it was. It was very uneven on the side I had cut, but she could easily get it styled into a bob cut.

"Oh, you poor thing." Michael clutched his wolf stuffie up to his chest. "Who could've done something so horrible? But of course! I thought I heard someone break-in last night, but I brushed it off as a dream. Burglars must've broken in and snipped off your hair because it's too long to be fashionable. Ugh, I would switch places with you if I could. You did absolutely nothing to deserve such treatment, nothing at all."

Michael had read his lines but Elijah just sat there on the floor. When Michael looked down at him from his Daddy's arms and cleared his throat, Elijah shook his head to clear it.

"Yeah, right," Elijah began and raised his voice as he spoke the lines that Michael had written for us. "Just yesterday I read on the internet, also known as the world wide web to the boomers in here, that fashion crimes were on the rise. Burglars break in, commit fashion crimes and leave without stealing anything. They think they're doing service to the community, but who are they to decide what's fashionable and what's not. The real issue we should be discussing is this, not trying to find who did it, but instead debating if such crimes can even be considered a crime, or if it's just a welcome favor."

Michael liked to really get into his writer's shoes when it came to convincing someone he hadn't done the naughty thing. Michael now cleared his throat again and looked at me expectantly, mouthing the first few words of my lines.

"I don't want to live in a cruel world where gentle souls like Kristen get undeserved misfortune," I began reading my lines in a monotonous robotic voice. "Nor do I want to live in a world where fashion crimes are punished by law. Looks like we have a debate at hand. Come, let us all gather and discuss this important issue in detail. We'll catch the culprit later on."

"Oh, I have a feeling the culprit is pretty close," uncle John said, narrowing his eyes at Michael. "Right in this very room even. I might as well be looking right at him."

Michael chuckled nervously. "You're being silly, Daddy. Fine, we'll skip the debate-" turning to Kristen and leaning in to hug her- "Oh, you poor thing. Sometimes a hug is all you need to make things better."

Kristen smacked his hands away and pointed at us. "It was the three of you. I know it. You took revenge because I put color in the showerhead and asked Jenna to take a shower. I was just taking revenge because you didn't let me play, but that doesn't give you the right to cut my beautiful hair."

Michael gasped with wide eyes and put a hand to his chest as Kristen realized what she'd blurted out. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we have a confession and Little detective Michael is glad he could help. I'm shocked to the core though, Kristen. I thought you were a good girl. I had no idea you were capable of doing something so evil. I may forgive you for being mean to my friend, but it's Jenna's forgiveness you should seek. Well, onto the next important case for Little Michael then, regarding who could've stolen the last string cheese I'd been saving, and I'm looking at you, Princess-" he jabbed a finger in the air pointing at his dog- "Out with a confession, puppy. And no, those puppy dog eyes aren't going to save you this time."

"Not so fast," uncle John said. "I have a few guesses, but we still don't know who cut Kristen's hair in her sleep and if they had any accomplices."

Michael chuckled nervously. "Well, I guess we'll never know. It'll end up being one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of our time. We'll just have to live with it."

"Last chance for confessions," uncle John warned. "Anybody willing to come forward? I swear you're going to have a busted bottom if it turns out you had anything to do with this, Michael. I've told you time and again that revenge isn't the right path to choose for Little boys. It only ends up rotting all the goodness in you until you can't differentiate between being naughty and being a bad boy. A Little should come to their Daddies when they feel the need to take revenge, not act on it."

We all just looked at each other and I was glad none of us was willing to confess. Sure, revenge was bad, but so was being mean to someone and coloring their hair. We were sure we hadn't left any clues to our crime, and as long as we'd stick to our story we couldn't be caught.

"Fine," uncle John said with a sigh, pressing fingertips to his temples. "We'll do this the hard way. You could've saved yourselves from busted bottoms by confessing, gotten away with just time in the naughty corner."

"Didn't you install a baby cam in the nursery, John?" Daddy Clark asked.

"It's never turned on," Michael said proudly. "Used it the first week it was installed and then never again."

Damn, Michael did really think this one through.

"Great idea," Uncle John said. "I turned it on just last week."

"What?" Elijah asked as my heart dropped into my stomach.

"You look awfully quiet there, Jenna," Daddy Nick said, taking me into his arms from Clark's. "And now you look like you've seen a ghost. Whoever it was, we'll catch them, darling. No worries."

"Everyone should just take a deep breath," Michael said loudly, showing how. "Weren't you the one who always said the past is history and you should forget all about it, uncle Clark? Whoever the burglar was, I'm sure he's repenting his actions right this second. Now, why don't all the Daddies just relax and take a seat? We Littles will whip up some breakfast in no time. Y'all have been too nice to us lately and it's time we show our appreciation."

"Sure," Uncle John said. "Right after we watch the recorded cam footage from last night."

"Well, would you look at the time?" Michael climbed out of his Daddy's arms and swiftly began crawling up the stairs. "Y'all go ahead and do that. Give me a call when you catch the culprit. I'd love to stay but I have somewhere to be. I'm late for my flight to Europe. Must've forgotten to tell you all about it in the excitement, Daddy. Turns out I'm one-thirteenth German and eligible for German citizenship. Don't be alarmed if you never see me again. You know how I've always been obsessed with living in Germany.Auf Wiedersehen!"

Michael kicked his limbs about when his Daddy scooped him off the stairs. "Let go of me, Daddy! I'm gonna miss my flight."