Sebastian started stamping on piano while eating strawberry jam. I groaned frustrating as I was reading one of Mr. Brown's physics book I managed to steal. Eric smirked at me after fixing up the invention I destroyed. We were never on good terms due to our likeness of science and competition. The compliment from earlier? We always have a truce when it comes to nannies. I mean, really! A nanny that doesn't let you do what you want? Preposterous!
Mr. Brown barged in angrily, yelling, "Well, that's the final straw!" We quieted down as Chrissy grunted and held on to her father's right leg. "There are no more nannies. None . all over. Finished. And I've had to cancel my vital appointment. That's going to cause no end of trouble, I can tell you."
Torra interjected,"I told them not to. It wasn't my idea!"
Simon added, "Don't look at me. It wasn't my fault."
"Yeah. It was that bloody Woodman's fault!" Eric accused.
"You git! It was your bloody idea! A idiotic one at that!"
"As I recall, you said it was a bloody brilliant idea. Or was it just an act to impress me?"
Almost everyone in the Brown household thinks I am in love with Eric. Simon, on the other hand...
"You foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach!"
I wanted to kick him in the shins, but the Brown patriarch stopped me.
"Dana...Well, you seem intent on distressing me, so-" he noticed Chrissy and picked her up. "Uh, don't do that, darling. That's my sore bit. You seem intent on distressing so now I am going to distress you! You are to- to go to bed immediately!"
Seb asked, "Before supper?"
"Without supper." And with that, he left.
"Did he say without supper?"
"Never mind that. There's no more nannies."
Simon put his hands on the table and looked at us with a mischievous look in his eyes. We smiled back.