I thought it would be good to send Megan to school. After all, the last thing I want her to be is an uneducated no-manners noisy brat. With Skyla too bimbotic and Anya too shy, Megan was my last shining hope of creating a child prodigy.
I took out her new uniform and it wasn't long before she got a wee bit suspicious.
"This dress doesn't look like the kind you would buy," she questioned, peering at me with intelligent bright eyes.
"Well, Jo bought this you see," I admitted. That at least, wasn't a lie.
"So where are we going?" she pushed on.
"Erm... school?" I replied, hoping that the word would not scare her as much.
Fat hope.

She has been hiding behind that table ever since.