FanFic - Max/Liz
Part 1
by Danilise
Disclaimer: Roswell, its characters and situations, are owned by the WB. No infringement intended.This story is an adaptation of Judith Viorstís childrenís classic, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." It borrows its structure and rhythms (and in a couple of key places its words) from Ms Viorstís wonderful book. It is meant only as an affectionate homage to a favorite book because that book resembled my vision of Max and Lizís youngest child, Joshua, exactly. No malicious infringement intended.
Summary: Max and Liz's youngest child, Joshua, has a bad day.
Category: Max/Liz
Rating: PG-13
Authors Note: This story is the part of an evolving future storyline that currently includes (in order): "Decisions," "Looking In," "Christmas Envy," "From Another Place," "Husbands and Fathers," "Claudia and Nicole," "Stars," "Going Home," "The Ethics Lesson," "Redefining Terms," "Beginnings," "First Date," "A Quality Heart," "In Every Ending," "Birth," "Rose Petals," "The Littlest Czechoslovakian," "Joshua and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day," "Guysí Night Out," and "Girlsí Night In." More stories may be forthcoming.

I went to sleep with three panda bears last night, but now I have only two. When I got out of bed this morning, I tripped over the book about stars that I left on the floor last night, and by mistake I dropped one of my other bears in the sink while the water was running, and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At breakfast, my mom told me that we got a letter from my big sister Claudia saying that she wasnít going to be able to come home in time for my birthday. My mom said maybe thereís a prize in your breakfast cereal box to make you feel better. But in my breakfast cereal box all I found was breakfast cereal.

I think Iíll move to Czechoslovakia.

In the car on the way to Grandma and Grandpaís restaurant, my mom told me that my cousin Nicole and her boyfriend Jamie were going to be babysitting me while she visited her publish-her. I said I wanted to go with her instead. I said I didnít want to stay with Nikki because she always gets paint on me, and she and Jamie are always making googly-eyes at each other. I said, if I have to stay with Nikki, I am going to be carsick. My mom smiled and said someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At the Crashdown, Grandpa Jeff hugged me too tight. Grandma Nancy made me stand against the measuring tape in the doorway to see if I was getting any bigger when I really needed to go to the bathroom because I forgot to do that before we got in the car.

When Nikki came, she got yellow paint on my nose and forgot to wipe it off. She said we can go upstairs and watch Winnie-the-Pooh if you like. I said Iíd rather go find my dad. Nikki didnít listen because she and Jamie were making googly-eyes at each other. I stamped my foot and said Iím five not a baby anymore. But Nikki made me watch Pooh all day long anyway. Who likes Pooh as much as that? I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I could tell because Jamieís father, Sheriff Valenti, came into the Crashdown and said hey sport, youíre getting bigger. I hate being called sport.

I could tell because when Grandpa Jeff made me a special, double-decker Alien Surprise ice cream cone, the ice cream part fell off the cone part and landed I think in Czechoslovakia. And Grandma Nancy scolded me for saying geez even though I told her that Uncle Alex says it sometimes.

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Thatís what it was, because when my mom came to pick me up after her meeting with her publish-her, Nicole said Iím looking forward to babysitting you next week too.

Next week, I said, Iím going to Czechoslovakia.

On the way to go get the car, I told my mom that I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. She wiped the paint off my nose and said donít worry, itíll get better.

But it didnít because when we picked up my dad at his office he said I couldnít play with his stethoscope, but I forgot. He also said to watch out for the files on the edge of his desk, and I was careful as could be except for my elbow. He also said donít fool around with his phone, but I think I called Czechoslovakia. My dad said please donít pick him up anymore. My mom laughed and said like father like son, but I didnít know what she meant.

It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

There was fish for dinner, and I hate fish. And there wasnít enough Tabasco sauce anyway.

My mom and dad were kissing in front of the TV, and I hate kissing.

I still couldnít find my bear, my bath was too hot, I got soap in my eyes, and I had to wear Claudiaís old bunny-feet pajamas because my mom forgot my other pajamas in the washing machine. I hate Claudiaís bunny-feet pajamas.

The cats want to sleep on Claudiaís bed, even though sheís not there, and not with me.

I canít find my bear, and I think heís lonely, and my Winnie-the-Pooh night-light burned out, and I bit my tongue.

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

When she tucked me in, my mom said that my dad had a bad day too.

She says some days are like that.

Even in Czechoslovakia.

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