One day, Laurel and Ian were at the grocery store together for some reason.

Barley was also there.

"Today at school, one of the kids said that I had a big nose!" Ian said. "I don't have a big nose, do I?"

"No! Your nose is the perfect size!" Laurel said. "Now, let's focus on shopping."

"Oh, okay," Ian said.

"I love grocery shopping with my son!"

After they left the store, Laurel threw grocery bags onto Ian in the backseat of the car.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" said Ian.

"Sorry!" Laurel said. "Usually there's more room, because you don't normally come along with me."

"Well, I thought that we needed to do more mother-son bonding…" Ian said.

"Awww! I'm so glad that I have such a nice son!" Laurel said.

"…and besides! It could've been worse! At least we don't have Barley in the car with us!" Ian said.

Laurel glared at Ian and slammed the car door shut.

"LOL! My mom is so funny!" Ian said.

On the way home, Ian opened a bag of chips and started eating.

"Seriously? You really couldn't wait until we got home?" Laurel asked.

"Nope!" Ian said, crunching loudly.

"Didn't you have lunch at school?" Laurel asked.

"Nope!" Ian said. "My lunch was stolen by the kid who said I had a big nose."

"Well…" Laurel sighed. "That's just the school life!"

That evening, Ian asked his mom what was for dinner.

"Whatever you're cooking!" she said.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Ian asked.

"It's about time that you learned how to cook," Laurel said.

"Oh, no!" said Ian. "But what am I supposed to cook?"

"That's for you to decide," said Laurel.

"I… I… I can't decide!" Ian said.

"Then, I will start counting," Laurel said. "10…9…8…"

"Uh… um… spaghetti and meatballs!" Ian said.

"Okay, my little noodle!" Laurel said, smiling.

Ian just stood there, staring blankly at the stove for several minutes.

"Come on! You've got to start eventually!" Laurel said.

"Yeah, just a second… AHHHH!" Ian said, looking out the window and noticing that Colt was walking past the house.

"Well, I guess we're all gonna starve," Laurel said, as her son hid behind her.

"No! I'll do it!" Ian insisted, but then his cell phone rang.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Barley."

"How did you get my phone number, and why are you calling me?"

The conversation ended up lasting for hours. When Ian hung up, it was already dark outside and his mom had gone to bed.

"I guess I'd better go to bed, too," Ian said.

He tried to sleep but woke up because he was hungry.

"I need a snack! What's quick and easy to eat?" he said to himself. "Oh! I know! Shredded cheese!"
Ian excitedly bounded out of his room, making lots of noise and crashing into everything.

This woke up his mom.

"What in the world…" she said.

Ian opened the shredded cheese bag, only for Laurel to storm into the kitchen at that very moment.

"IAN! I should've known it was you!" she screeched, in such a high pitch that her words were barely audible.

"AAAHHHH!" Ian screamed. He put the bag of cheese away and ran back to his room.

Laurel shook her head and sighed. "Silly little boy."

The following night, Ian was still thinking about that cheese, so he decided to try again.

"This time, I'll be extra careful and quiet!" he said.

After successfully making it to the kitchen without a sound, Ian once again prepared to shove the delicious shredded cheese into his mouth.

Somehow, Laurel still knew, probably through some sort of Mom powers or something like that.

"NOT AGAIN!" she said.

Panicking, Ian imitated horse noises and police sirens.

"Oh, Colt! Never mind! It's just you!" Laurel said. She was just about to head to bed when she bumped into the real Colt, who was in their house for some reason.

"What's going on here?" he asked.

"Ugh! You! I mean… him! I mean… that boy!" Laurel said, running back into the kitchen and angrily pulling a pot out of a cabinet.

"Oh, no! You're not going to hit me with that, are you?!" Ian asked.

"Why is he asking if you're going to hit him?" Colt asked, as if that was any of his business.

"I have no idea," Laurel said, filling the pot with water and forcefully placing it on the stove.

"What are you doing?" Ian asked.

"If you're going to eat cheese at 3:00 AM, you should have some pasta to go with it!" Laurel said, turning on the stove.

"Uh… really?" Ian asked.

"Of course!" Laurel said. "After all, you can't spell Macaroni and Cheese without Ian!"

"Ooh! Can I have some?" Colt asked.

"No," said Laurel. "I am only making enough for Ian."

The end.