Momoko had worked the late shift Friday, so sleeping in was only natural. As was waking up and being hungry. What wasn't natural was being six.

After a few minutes seconds of being very confused about where she was and some time bouncing on the bed to get her happy back, Momoko left her room and found the kitchen ( Read more... )

Mrs Wilson had a secret weakness: she was a softie when it came to little girls. This is why when confronted with a small red-headed five year old at the breakfast table, she didn't immediately demand the child explain her presence and leave ( Read more... )

Momoko could be forgiven for worrying most about poor Jaime out of all of the wee ones. This was his first trip to Glacia and only his second time (she thought) being little and away from home. Also, he totally looked and sounded different from everyone else in this world. And, well, she loved him, and that came with a whole set of worries of its ( Read more... )

Momoko was getting used to waking up very very early at the lab and rushing off to make morning roll call at the Academy dorm, even on Saturdays. Today, however, was different. Instead of transforming and flying off in a rush to get back and pretend she'd been a good little police cadet all night rather than an exhausted superhero? An almost-six ( Read more... )

Momoko woke up late and she wasn't happy about that.

"Where are you?" She was also totally not happy that Mister Bear was hiding. She had already torn up her bed, everything now on the floor and still no Mister Bear. She stood on the bare mattress and glared into her closet as the next target. "No fair hidin'! You're s'pposed to wake me up so I ( Read more... )

Momoko was on the floor of her room, colouring. "No no no, Mr Bear! See? It gots to be blue cause he gots a blue car. See right here!" She held her paper up and pointed at the square with five wheels, one crossed out and then made into a giant flower. "I can't use the green one cause that's not right cause I already started blue! I just put it down ( Read more... )

"Don't be silly, Mr. Bear. Robots can't fly in monkey cars!" Momoko said as she suddenly sat up in her bed. She blinked a few times, then, "I'm awake? Time to get up!" She clambered out of the really big almost-four bed and looked for her clock. "Ooh. Mr. Bear, remember? Remember? Mama said since I'm almost-four that if Mr Clock points like this, ( Read more... )