"Thank you, darling. And thank you so much for watching Cary and Charles! Oh, and I brought skywalker!" Now, that was their mom.....she is so artsy fartsy, weirdo, crazy person..
What am I going to do about this dog? I barely have enough room for the two little ones. My yard is like nothing! Next thing I knew I was being chased by Charles, Cary, AND Skywalker. Mud was splatted all over the walls, now I have quite the mess to pick up and its not even the end of the night! My mom is going to freak when she comes home later...
"Ok, kids we need to set some rules.
1. No running, pooping, farting, spitting, yelling, farting-did I say that already-and last but not least NO MESSES!"
"Yes Denver!" They said politely. I went into the kitchen to fix up something yummy, and "BANG BANG, BOOM!!"
"What in the string cheese is going on!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Sorry Denver, it was a ghost and he ran up to me and I slapped him 40 times on his fingers and then he ran away and threw all these plates!"
"Charles, Cary," I tried to sound calm but in my head they died 3 times. "I want you two to come and sit at the table and color some pretty pictures for your mom." After I sat them at the table I went to clean up the mess. Those plates where my moms that where passed down from my great grandma all the way to her. I cant believe all the trouble they have caused just in 20 minutes.
4 long, tiring, hours later.
"Finally.." I huffed and puffed and ran to the door.
"Hello darling!" It was just that old lady that happened to be Charles and Cary's sinkin mother. " Thank you so so times 4 million for watching the wonderfuls while I was gone at the convention."
I ran and got the two kids and carried them all the way to the car. They drove away slowly and watched some TV.
"Nice day, huh?" I said to myself.
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