Dream/Foolish: Sam and Ponk!

Foolish: Since they bother to take care of us.

Dream: Where is mama, big bro?

Foolish: Oh, she's just busy. . . As always.

Karl: Well, it's only me and mommy, so my mommy is my favourite!

Wilbur: I like both my parents, but I like it when Dad takes me our flying and makes me wish I had wings. ;(

Philza: Heh, it's alright mate. *headpats Wilbur*

Eret: I like both my mommy and daddy, so I don't really have favourites, sorry. . .

Sapnap: I like Skeppy!

Bad: ;(

Skeppy: UwU

Philza: And they all love to call Techno their Uncle.

Techno: *chuckles* Why wouldn't they? Blood God.

Techno: Damn. This one is actually hard, we have been through all different types of shit.

Kathy: Yee, we have seen all different types of crazy shit.

Herobrine: If I had to choose which one, in my opinion, it would probably be the time we fought The Old Builders for creating The Wither and almost destroyed the whole world.

Veronica: Oh, Yeah that was rough. *coughs*

Techno: A lot of blood for the God.

Bad: -_-

Philza: As for life threatening situations, pretty sure a lot of us have been in a situation like that one too many times.

Kristen: Got to the point where it became normal.

Sapnap: Accidently put my Dad on fire, or his beanie at least.

Foolish: Yelled at my Dad, Puffy.

Dream: Stayed up 2 nights in a row.

Wilbur: I Accidentally pulled a feather out of Daddy's wing. ;-;

Eret: I Accidentally sent Mommy's book in the air for a while.

Herobrine: I could write a Dictionary on what I've done.

Veronica: The worst I've done, is probably spreading nature a little. . . Too much into a city.

Sam: Lost my temper and blew up some things?

Ponk: . . . Tired to hit Puffy with a bat.

Kathy: Break Space and Time on a Daily Basis.

Techno: I have a list---

Philza: Um. . . Probably going out on adventures alone.

Bad: Allowing my old cult to steal my son.

Skeppy: Eating Sand!

Wilbur: Sand??

Skeppy: Yeah, want some??-

Philza/Bad: NO!

Philza: *sighs as Bad chases Skeppy* As for Wilbur ever being able to fly, I'm not sure if he inherited our wings, but he doesn't seem bothered by it and prefers music over soring through the sky.