A/N: This story was based on this post on tumblr. You can follow me at .com. Apologies if the characterizations are a bit off, I don't have a lot of young children at my disposal.

It all started with Bill and Charlie. "I came from mama's tummy!" Charlie said, drawing circles on his bloated toddler belly. Bill looked down at him from the table where he ate alone as his mother was outside hanging out the sheets. "No, you didn't," Bill took a bite of toast. "Yes, I did!" Bill shrugged as he chewed. "Maybe you did. Maybe you came in a basket."

"How did I come in a basket?" Charlie shook his little head as if he found a hole in Bill's story. "You were adopted." Bill finished his toast and put it in the sink to be cleaned. Charlie looked up at him with his mouth dropped open. Bill sat down in the living room on the old couch that he could hear the springs strain as he sat down. Charlie followed and sat down and joined him. "Am I really a-apod-"

"Adopted?" Finished Bill, Charlie put his thumb in his mouth.

"Yeah," Charlie said, with his thumb covered in saliva.

"No," Bill said. "I was messing with you."

"Messing?"

"I was playing," explained Bill.

"It didn't seem like it," sulked Charlie, though he appeared to already have forgiven him as he leant against Bill's side. "I was playing pretend."

"You're really good."

"At pretend?"

"Yeah."