A/N: shout out to my amazing/annoying cousin @MalloryKeaveney who gives me ideas and forces me to use her ideas!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy my 'art skillzz' lol!

~Saturday morning, the Hamilton house~

"Angelica! Can I please have the orange?" Philip whined as he colored in his picture.

"No, I need to finish the sun," Angelica answered. Her tongue was stuck out in concentration while she furiously scribbled.

"You are such a marker hog," Philip complained.

"I'm a marker hog. Look at James Alexander he used every single marker," Angelica retorted. James Alexander ignored his sister and waddled up to his mom while holding up his picture for her to see.

"That's beautiful," Eliza said as she looked at the scribbles her son made. "It's going on the fridge."

"The fridge?" James asked in amazement.

"The fridge," she confirmed while ruffling his hair. Eliza plucked a magnet off the refrigerator and stuck the scribbles beneath it.

"What is this trash-" Alexander began as he walked out of his office. He then looked across the room and put the pieces together. "I mean, beautiful artwork."

"It's James Alexander's," Eliza answered with a pointed look in Alex's direction.

"Oh, um, in that case, we should call the local art museum cause that is where it belongs," Alex tried to fix his mistake.

James Alexander giggled, "Rweally?"

"Of course," Alexander answered. Then he proceeded to pull a pretend phone out of his pocket and fake call an art museum.

"Mama, I think mine deserves to be in a museum," Angelica said as she brought her picture up to Eliza. 

"That is one realistic chicken nugget," Eliza observed.

"No, mine's better," Philip objected. He shoved his picture in front of Angelica's.

"Philip, did you draw that broccoli?" Eliza asked skeptically.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Philip answered.

"No reason," Eliza said while staring at the broccoli in disbelief. My son's the newest Picasso but only for broccoli, she thought to herself.

"I just spoke to the museum and they only have room for James. Budget cut," Alexander explained.

"You mean that his scribbles get a spot in the museum and my artwork doesn't because of a budget cut," Angelica said with an incredulous look at her father.

James Alexander pouted at his sister. "Mine's bwetter."

Angelica scrunched up her face in anger and raced back to the markers. She swiftly added something to her picture then returned to her family. "Look, Dad," Angelica said. "I added you to my picture."

"Okay, maybe I can convince them to give you the spot," Alexander planned while taking out the pretend phone again.

"No! You're in mine too!" James Alexander protested. "Dat's you." He pointed to a random green squiggle.

"Sorry, Angelica. James Alexander's just can't be beat," Alex said.

"Mine can beat his!" Alexander Jr. argued as he rushed over to his family. He presented the beautiful portrait to his family.

Alexander nearly doubled over from laughter. "I-Is that supposed to be J-Jefferson?" he asked between laughter.

"It's Mr. Baa Baa," Alexander Jr. confirmed.

"His hair isn't that poofy," Eliza tried to defend her friend but she couldn't help but let a smile slip across her face.

"This is the best!" Alexander exclaimed. "Can I bring this to work with me?"

"Sure!" Alexander Jr. answered. "Daddy's taking mine to work," he bragged.

"Whatever, his work is stupid anyway," Angelica commented. "It was soooo boring."

"My work is better than your art," Alexander retorted.

"Hey!" Angelica complained.

"Alexander, don't be mean to TJeffs with that artwork. You know he's sensitive," Eliza scolded him.

"I won't, I won't," he lied to get her off his back. "And, Liza, sensitive? Please, his ego is bigger than his hair."

Eliza rolled her eyes at him when suddenly her phone buzzed. She opened the email she just received.

"Oh my! Philip has a soccer game!" she exclaimed. "In ten minutes!"

"How could I forget!" Alexander shouted.

"Do I get to play in my pj's?" Philip asked excitedly.

~10 rushed minutes later at the soccer feild~

The disheveled looking Hamiltons got out of their minivan and made their way onto the soccer field. "I wish I was in my pajamas," Philip grumbled.

"You can't play in your pajamas though," Eliza added.

"I'm gonna make my own team where you can only play in your pajamas," Philip said.

"Alright," Eliza shrugged. "Hey, look who it is."

"The Burrs," Alexander groaned.

"Theo!" Philip yelled but the girl simply turned away from him as if she hadn't even heard him. "Oh, um, Theo I'm really sorry about what I said the other day. I didn't mean it and Amelia is a poopyhead anyways. You're way better than her."

Theo gasped at his language and giggled a little despite being mad at him. As soon as she realized she was giving in to his charm she returned to frowning.  Theo crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from him in response. But Philip was not giving up. He stepped back in front of her so she would have to look at him. 

"I'm really really sorry, Theo. And I found your friendship bracelet on the floor the other day. You must have lost-" Philip said.

"I didn't lose it. I threw it on the ground cause we're not friends!" she interrupted.

"Oh," Philip said. "well, if you put it back on we can be friends again."

"You ditched me for that poopyhead," she argued.

"I know. I was being a butthole that day but I promise I'll play with you next recess. We can even play princesses and dragons!" Philip suggested.

Theo considered this for a moment then gave in and took the bracelet. "Okay!" she agreed. "Let's go play soccer!"

"Yay!" Philip said while grabbing her hand and running off to the field with her. 

"Hey, Philip!" A shrill voice called. Philip looked over to see none other than Amelia. And she was on the other team.