Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and
faces and make them presentable. They are little treasures and he would
like to see them playing the part.
* * *
"Dad, Ollie's annoying me!" Bethan complained and walked over to her parents in the bed. She tugged at Carter's shirt and he reluctantly sat up. "What's he doing?"
"He stole 'Babbitt' and he won't give her back! And he keeps coming in my room!"
"Abby, do you want to sort this one out?"
Abby groaned and rolled back over. "Boy's are your problem."
"Come on Dad! I want Babbit back!"
"In a minute" Carter replied, getting out of bed. Bethan seemed satisfied with that answer and sauntered back along the landing.
"Thanks a lot Abby." Carter complained playfully and threw his pillow at Abby.
"Ow! What was that for?! You just said I should rest."
Carter opened his mouth to try and think of a witty come back but was unable to come up with a satisfying argument.
"Ha ha!" Abby replied, looking smug. "Anyway, you were the one who insisted on another child. I was perfectly happy with the one!"
"Dad!"
Abby chuckled. "Go and sort out your kids!"
"They're your kids too!"
"Only when they behave."
* * *
Abby was just about to drop off to sleep when she was awoken by to sets of high pitched squeals.
"Help! Dad's tickling us!" Ollie squealed and the two of them came flying into the room, complete with a rightfully re-acquired Babbit, and jumped on to the bed in unison. All was quiet for a split second then Carter came running through the door.
The kids squealed again and dived under the covers. Abby grimaced slightly as one of them elbowed her but still couldn't help giggling. She rolled her eyes and looked at Carter in mock annoyance.
"You told me to rest!"
Carter gave her his best puppy-dog face and she hit him playfully on the arm. "Honestly, sometimes it's like I've got three kids in the house instead of two."
* * *
"Dad, Ollie's annoying me!" Bethan complained and walked over to her parents in the bed. She tugged at Carter's shirt and he reluctantly sat up. "What's he doing?"
"He stole 'Babbitt' and he won't give her back! And he keeps coming in my room!"
"Abby, do you want to sort this one out?"
Abby groaned and rolled back over. "Boy's are your problem."
"Come on Dad! I want Babbit back!"
"In a minute" Carter replied, getting out of bed. Bethan seemed satisfied with that answer and sauntered back along the landing.
"Thanks a lot Abby." Carter complained playfully and threw his pillow at Abby.
"Ow! What was that for?! You just said I should rest."
Carter opened his mouth to try and think of a witty come back but was unable to come up with a satisfying argument.
"Ha ha!" Abby replied, looking smug. "Anyway, you were the one who insisted on another child. I was perfectly happy with the one!"
"Dad!"
Abby chuckled. "Go and sort out your kids!"
"They're your kids too!"
"Only when they behave."
* * *
Abby was just about to drop off to sleep when she was awoken by to sets of high pitched squeals.
"Help! Dad's tickling us!" Ollie squealed and the two of them came flying into the room, complete with a rightfully re-acquired Babbit, and jumped on to the bed in unison. All was quiet for a split second then Carter came running through the door.
The kids squealed again and dived under the covers. Abby grimaced slightly as one of them elbowed her but still couldn't help giggling. She rolled her eyes and looked at Carter in mock annoyance.
"You told me to rest!"
Carter gave her his best puppy-dog face and she hit him playfully on the arm. "Honestly, sometimes it's like I've got three kids in the house instead of two."