A/N: I've had this idea for some time and I wanted to post it before I forgot about it. Several stories breach the topic of Mary's age, and possible immortality. I think of Mary as immortal in the sense that the character has been delighting all ages since Miss Travers introduced her in the 30's. However, I wanted to tackle Mary's potential immortality in the literal sense, and concocted up this preview of the story I've had in mind. This story is dedicated to my trusted and true reviewers and fans- addlogcon, ForeverJulie, Mary Circe Poppins, redneckqueen-93, Ensign Nellie Forbush, Disney Magic Hart, and of course, my darling Jaela-Chan. Thanks for all the love and support- this is for you. Now, please review and let me know if I should continue, or give me a critique if you sort of like but have some problems with it before I go on. I hope you enjoy this little snippet and please review!

Prologue: I'll Handle This

"KATHERINE! DAVID! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

"JOHN, DEAR, STOP YELLING!"

"DON'T PUSH ME DAVID!"

"OW! YOU BIT ME KATHERINE!"

All of these outbursts could be heard coming from a modest white townhouse with green shutters and a small garden in Kensington, and the neighbors had become quite used to the racket. John Haffer had had quite enough of it though, and the broken dishes in the kitchen had been the final straw for the short-tempered businessman that day. Katherine, at the tender age of fifteen, came in to the kitchen with an impressive slouch, a nail file in one hand and a bored expression on her face to complete the attitude of her look. David, at thirteen, bounded into the room with his recently discovered long legs, due to his latest growth spurt. He shared the same bored expression as his sister.

"WHO DID THIS?!" Mr. Haffer yelled, turning red in the face.

"Who is doing all the yelling?" Mrs. Haffer, Janine, said entering the kitchen.

"I want to know who broke these plates," Mr. Haffer continued. David and Katherine shrugged and rolled their eyes.

"Which one of you was it this time?"

"We were only emptying the dishwasher like you said dad. Geez," Katherine said.

"Yeah, we just decided to play catch to pass the time," David laughed.

"This is not a laughing matter!" Mr. Haffer yelled. "Clean this up-"

"Aww dad," Katherine and David groaned.

"Somebody better clean this up or it's no television, no computer, and no phones," Mr. Haffer said sternly.

"Dad! You can't take away my phone!" Katherine yelled.

"But Dad, the game is going to be on tonight," David whined.

"Then get to it," Mr. Haffer said, pointing to the broken plates on the floor. He looked at his wife and nodded for her to follow him into the other room.

"What are we going to do about them John?" Janine asked her husband, sincerely concerned. "They never listen to me and they only pretend to listen to you. It's getting out of hand."

"I know Janine, I know."

"It only gets worse when I'm at the realty office all day and you're at your office. Goodness knows how many times I come home and find a disaster waiting for me."

"I know Janine, I've grounded them so much, which they don't even abide by anymore, that it's almost a joke."

"We need to do something. I can't imagine sending them off to boarding school though. We just can't trust them to be home alone all summer. They've only been out for the holidays for a week and they've broken how many things? Not to mention fought with each other ever waking moment," Janine said with concern.

"I'll handle this," John said with a stern look on his face. "I have an idea."

"What John?"

"I'm going to hire a nanny."

"A nanny John? Aren't they too old for that now? Katherine's nearly sixteen..."

"I said I'd handle this Janine, and so be it I'm going to hire a nanny," John fumed, and at his statement, the house whistled and rocked as a large gust of wind rattled the shutters. Janine looked at the ceiling in wonder, and John furrowed his brow at the strange change in weather. The doorbell rang, and John and Janine turned to look at the door, then at each other in puzzlement. No one ever came by this time of day...