hang on, little tomato

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[It's really, really cool to be Stiles Stilinski sometimes. Actually, it's really cool to be Stiles all the time, but particularly in kindergarten class. Besides from sharing the class with his favorite kid in the neighborhood, Scott McCall, his mom is his teacher. Which means he's her favorite.

It's around Mother's Day and they're celebrating at Beacon Hills Elementary School with style. The classroom is covered in paper flowers and the kids are all sitting around with construction paper and finger paint, instructed by Mrs. Stilinski on how to make flowers with their thumbprints to write on the card. Stiles' card is covered in them, so many flowers it's almost hard to distinguish them from each other. On the inside, he's currently writing his name, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he starts to write a card.]

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[ If asked about the favoritism, one Mrs. Stilinski would put on a stony face and offer that she plead the fifth. Favoritism was just not fair in the least bit to her little class of angels, now if you'd excuse her, she has more glitter to retrieve for said angels.

(But the truth of it is, Stiles will always be her favorite, no matter how hard she tries to be fair to all of the kids. It just comes with being mama's little baby.)

Coming up around to where Stiles is sitting, Selena reaches to card her fingers through his thick hair while checking on the progress of one of his classmates. She knows better than to peer over his shoulder at what he's doing when a holiday rolls around, though it's always fun to tease him. ]

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[Almost immediately, her "little baby" flails his arms, throwing his whole, tiny body weight on top of his card. The one thing that totally stinks about having his mom as his teacher is that she's always totally peeking at his projects!

But she always looks surprised when he gives them to her, so maybe Mom's not really looking after all. Stiles whines a little and keeps his arms and head over the card.]

Mrs. Stiliiiinskiiiii! [Yes, at five years old, he really does get a giggle out of calling his mom that.]

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[ Scritching her fingers into her son's hair, Selena looks at him innocently from where she's been surveying the work of those around him. Wide-eyed, brows raised, she smiles as if surprised by his behavior. Honestly, though, she's definitely trying not to peek too much at what he's doing.

She loves the surprise of it even more than teasing Stiles. ]

Why, whatever's the matter, Stiles? [ She gets a bit of a giggle out of being called Mrs. Stilinski by her son, too. And by responding accordingly. ]

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Stop peeking!

[He can't help the smile the spreads across his cheeks, though, missing front tooth and all. His mom's basically the best in the whole world, even if she's a shameless present peeker.

But he lifts his elbows, as if making sure it's okay, squinting at the paper, before decidedly throwing himself back over it.]

's not ready.

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Now, why would I peek at your mother's present?

[ She drops her hand to tickle at the back of his neck, grinning wide at him before she ducks down to deliver a quick peck to the top of his head with her lips. ]

That would be totally rude of me. [ Teasing gently, she straightens and makes a point of slowly walking around the table at a small distance away. ]

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[He sticks his tongue out but can't help the little giggle that comes out of his mouth as his mom tickles his neck; Stiles shoots back protectively over his card and watches her until she walks away, as serious as his little face can be!

But once she's what he deems a safe distance away, he lifts up again, and draws three stick figures. His mom, his dad, and a little tiny one for himself, then sets about hurriedly drawing a star on the dad stick figure's chest.]

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[ Selena sticks her tongue back out of him, despite the fact she's the teacher here. She should totally be setting an example for the students. (Her example is that it's okay, to be a little silly every now and then. They're only four to five year olds, it's expected of them to enjoy a little nonsense every now and then. Focus is good and all, but they're at a stage where having fun is just as important.) But once she's far enough away, she goes back to overseeing the kids and leaving Stiles to work on his card.

After all, she has to let him finish it in peace so that she can enjoy the surprise that comes with getting it. Going to check up on Scott, where she's seated him during crafts so that he and Stiles can actually get work done today, she gives Stiles the peace of mind required to focus. ]

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[By the time he's finished with his card, the day's just about ending. It's grown a lot of glitter, a house with a bright green, grassy yard, and traced over white letters in blue, so the whole card is Mets colored. Stiles is proud of his work, and he hides it behind his back as he jostles over to say goodbye to his best friend and his mom before the day ends.

But he's still hiding the card behind his back, and Stiles trots back across the classroom and swings his backpack over his shoulders.]

Is dad gonna be home?

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[ Once the day is over, Selena stands by the door, gently herding the kindergarteners out of the classroom and to waiting parents and buses beyond. She knows that when Stiles is done talking to Scott and getting his things, he'll be ready to go without any prompting. So she takes a moment to straighten a few things out, making sure that as much of the glitter as possible is cleaned from the work tables-- but that doesn't mean she escapes its wrath, glitter dusting her hair and clothes as always-- and getting her own bag. ]

He should be home before you go to bed, if not by dinner.

[ She strings her bag over her shoulder and picks up a crate of crafts that needs restocked, coming over towards him. ]

Sweetheart, can you get my keys out for me?

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Good. [Okay good. Because Stiles and Jona had been working on a surprise for mother's day--namely, that mom didn't have to cook at all. Even if her food was pretty much the best in the whole world, Stiles had been learning with her for a little while and he's totally prepared to take on the kitchen. Definitely.

At least his dad's sort of a good helper anyway.

As Selena asks him to help, Stiles immediately hurries over and digs around in her bag, locating the keys way too quickly for any five year old, and jingles them for her, grinning.]

Ready mom!

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Very. [ Selena's a little suspicious, but she doesn't voice it. Every year on mother's day they're always up to something, so if she went home to find Jona already there, or having already set something up? She wouldn't be surprised by the idea. Just by whatever it was they've been scheming.

Laughing softly, she stands still to let Stiles dig the keys out-- the frequency with which she winds up having to do this leaves her accepting that her five-year-old knows how to navigate her bag better than she does. ]

Off we go, then. What do you want to listen to in the car? [ She steps through the door, trusting that her little helper will close and lock it. ]