Summary: Rosalie thinks about how her friends’ children are being brought up.
Notes: Canon, but won’t appear in a chapter.
Word Count: 523
Rosalie moved around the dining room, picking up after Marjorie’s birthday party. It had been quite the to-do, with a dozen or so children running around causing chaos as only children can. Still, it had been worth it to see the happiness on her daughter’s face as she ate cake and opened presents with the other young folks who were family or close enough to be called such.
As she picked up the scraps of wrapping paper and popped balloons, she thought about how well the party had gone. Well, excepting for the trouble that Dwight had gotten the other boys, including her two eldest, into with a race to see who could run the fastest. That wouldn’t have been so much of an issue, if they hadn’t just inhaled their cake and ice cream. Douglas and Franklin, her two eldest, had gotten sick, and Steven had looked pretty green himself. Michael, Daniel and Sakura’s son, hadn’t participated because Sakura had gently shook her head when he’d silently asked for permission. Since it had been her two that were sick, Rosalie had been stuck cleaning it up instead. Dwight had apologized, only after Shirley had prompted him.
Rosalie sighed. What else could she expect from Shirley’s son? She’d been unruly in her youth, so it was no wonder that her boy was the same way. Perhaps if his father had some more influence, but Walter worked odd hours with the police department so he wasn’t always around. At least Howard, Shirley’s little brother, knew how to make his children behave properly. Rosalie would readily admit that she’d been worried about Howard’s war bride from down under, but their Patty and Allen had been near perfect angels the entire party. At least some people knew how to raise children.
If she was going to be fair, she also had to admit that little Susan and Michael Bradford, the adorable children of Daniel and Sakura, were quiet, polite, and respectful, and listened unfailingly to their parents. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Sakura was Simpanese, Rosalie mused. Respect for their elders was a big thing in most Far Eastern cultures, she’d read. Regardless, she was always relieved when one of her children brought Susan or Michael home after school, as they never caused any problems.
Lastly, there were Nick and Alice’s brood, consisting of Steven, Peggy, and Nettie. They were all adorable children, who favored Nick strongly, but Rosalie always thought that Steven was a bit spoiled. After all, Nick had been overseas when his eldest and only son had been born, so it was somewhat natural for him to get extra attention from his father. But it went too far in Rosalie’s mind, and the redheaded boy got away with practically everything. Peggy had her father wrapped around her little finger, and Nettie was learning how to do the same thing. It would be chaos in the Bradford house when they got a little older, Rosalie was certain. Thank goodness her own children were such angels. Rosalie knew that she was lucky in that regard, unlike some of her friends.