Glen, Clay, Ashley and Arthur spent the rest of the day with a five year old Spencer. The girl had a lot of energy, running from one side of the house to the other, playing games like hide and seek, tag, ring around the posse and other mindless child like games. Spencer kept asking for her mom but no one knew what to tell her so they did everything in their power to change the subject which was quite easy since she never had a high attention span as a child. By nine o’ clock Spencer was out like a light, Arthur picked her up from the couch and tucked her in.

“So,” Arthur asked coming back down stairs. The group settled in the living room, exhausted them selves.

“Was she this bad before?” Ashley asked rubbing her eyes.

“Yep, but then we also had little Glen and Clay. The house was all ways in chaos.”

“Hey we weren’t that bad,” Glen feigned mad as he folded his arms over his chest.

“I remember this one time Clay and Glen decided to play super heroes…” Arthur smiled when he heard his boys groan in annoyance while Ashley sat forward waiting to hear the rest of the story, “We had this forest behind our house and the previous owner had put a tree house up so they made Spencer who was afraid of heights at the time climb up there to pretend she was trapped in a burning apartment building.” He laughed as he remembered, “Then their friends showed up and they took off leaving her up there because she was a girl and girls weren’t allowed, she was too afraid to come down by herself so she stayed. A few hours later the boys came home and when I asked them where their sister was what’d there say…” He asked turning to Glen and Clay.

“She died in a fire,” Clay sighed lowering his head in embarrassment.

“Rain had started pouring down, I asked them what they meant by that and Glen said…”

“We were super villains disguised as heroes and sent the damsel in distress to her doom…” Glen chuckled as he remembers what he said when he was eight.