Wanda had gotten away with almost an entire year with no one explaining the fake kids thing to her. If she had known, she would have been living in fear of it. The concept of getting her kids back only to have them leave again...well it would have been too much to bear.

So she was in for a good weekend.

Clearly there were people in her apartment, and Wanda finally dragged herself out of bed, wrapping a robe around herself and hands at the ready in case it was some psycho trying to kill her on Saturday morning.

Then she entered the kitchen and her hands dropped to her sides. She wasn't quite sure what she was seeing at first, wondering if it was a dream. "Boys?"