“I missed you, daddy!”
“No, I’d call that a direct hit, child.”

Before anybody asks, they didn’t leave Jenny all by herself. Royalty has good access to babysitters.

The year is 2132

Kenny: Jenny, we’re home!
Jenny: Mommy! Daddy!
Critical hit! (major damage)
Kenny: How’s daddy’s favorite wrecking ball? Are you growing to the height of my stomach anytime soon?