DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything associated with the show… I just like playing with the characters in it from time to time. Dance Monkeys! Dance!
RATING: T for Teen
PROMPT: Picture # 6 1Hour2Write January Picture Challenge
SUMMARY: Booth men have a lot of things in common.

A/N: This ficlet is the result of a writing exercise at the 1Hour2Write LJ Community. Feel free to try the exercises linked in my profile.

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Mornings were supposed to be filled with activity and rushing around to get ready for the day. But even on the busiest day, there was always time to sit down and talk when the little man needed it. This being their first morning alone in the house, there were a few things on the little man's mind.

He'd given him his breakfast and they were getting dressed when it started. After he picked out an outfit that matched his down to the t-shirt, he asked the question through the shirt being pulled over his head, "How come we all live together now?" He took one look at the very serious little face carrying many of the same features he saw in the mirror everyday, and he knew there was no way to get around the issue.

They carried their shoes and socks into the kitchen and he dropped the little inquisitor onto the counter as he poured himself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal. With his feet knocking into the cabinet in a haphazard rhythm, it was hard not to smile at the boy. A familiar smirk on his lips, he handed the boy his coffee cup and set the bowl down before he pulled himself up onto the counter right beside him.

He took a bite of the cereal as he continued to think of the best way to answer the boy's question. As he stole a look into the eyes staring up at him, he knew what he had to say.

"You see, pal, sometimes families aren't like everybody else's. And ours is one of those different kinds. You and me, we're a family, and you and your Mom are a family. But we're all a family, too. All of us together make up a different kind of family." The boy's face showed he was deep in thought, and he decided to give him a minute to process those words, so he started eating his cereal again.

The nodded his head and then turned to say, "Okay, I get that. But why did it take so long for all of us to move in together?"

As he struggled to swallow his last mouthful of cereal an overnight bag was dropped onto the kitchen table. Tousling the young boy's hair, Seeley chuffed, "Because Booth men are genetically stubborn, Max, and your big brother is too much like your old man when it comes to change."

Parker finally chewed down his food and laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad."

"Anytime, pal." Seeley winked at his teenage son.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be back until tonight," Parker asked as their father made his way to the fridge.

From behind the refrigerator door he answered, "Court wrapped up a day early, but I couldn't get a flight out until today. Made it to the airport early and flew out standby." Suddenly popping his head out of the fridge with a puzzled look on his face, Seeley asked, "Where's your Mom?"

Barely a moment passed before all three Booths answered the question with a knowing smirk. "Bones."