(*So, Michael Jackson has decided to stay at the spare building temporarily until the baby is born, and he's bringing his children with him*)
Me: *is one month pregnant* Who's gonna get a dare next? I'm so excited! 😁
Dixie the fox: *sees a few dares appear outside the front door and yips excitedly as she goes through the doggie door to go and get it*)
Vinnie: Aww. What a sweet fox Dixie has become.
Me: Mmhm. 🙂
Michael Jackson: Why is there a small door attached to the back door?
Me: It's a doggie door that we have so the Kiss guys that have animal forms can go outside.
Michael Jackson: *laughs* That's really funny.
Dixie the fox: *comes back inside through the doggie door with the dares that are pieces of paper inside her mouth while yipping happy*
Michael Jackson: What is she doing now?
Me: *sees that Dixie the fox is about to do something mischievous* Oh no! She's trying to eat the dares!
Vinnie: Dixie! Bad girl! *stands up and walks towards Dixie the fox*
Dixie the fox: *snarls and sticks her butt on the dares*
Michael Jackson: *gets an idea* Dixie! Come here, sweetie! *picks up a toy ball and squeezes it to make it squeak*
Dixie the fox: *looks up with her fox ears pointed up and rushes over to MJ*
Michael Jackson: *throws the toy across the room*
Dixie the fox: *yips excitedly and goes after the toy*
Vinnie: *grabs the dares that are on pieces of paper* Gotcha...*then gives the dares to me*
Me: *giggles* Thank you Vinnie. Our next dare is for Paul! He's been dared to do the splits.
Paul: Wait...what? 😧
Ace: *snickers* Just do it and get it over with, curly! 😆
Paul: Why me, though?
Vixen91: *giggles* We all know that you used to do all kinds of things like that on stage back in the day.
Paul: Okay, FINE. *gets up from his seat and walks over to the middle of the living room*
(*Paul Stanley does the splits and just as he almost had it going, he felt like he just pulled a muscle*)
Paul: Owww! 😣 *flops down onto the floor so that he's lying on his back *
Me: *giggles as I look down at Paul* Tough it out, glitter britches.
Michael Jackson: *helps Paul get back up on his feet*
Paul: Thank you, Michael. *groans painfully as he sits down on the sofa*
Me: Can you do the splits, Applehead?
Michael Jackson: *shakes his head and then smiles* Nope. 🙂
Me: *can feel the baby moving around in my pregnant belly* Ooh...! This little baby already has a personality. Maybe it'll have a talent like you, Vinnie. *winks playfully*
Vinnie: *chuckles and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my swollen stomach*