Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heaven.
Nice Try
"Hi, Boys. How are you doing with the cleaning?" the Colonel asked the twins, entering their room.
"Good, Grandpa," David said.
"Good, Colonel," Sam corrected his brother.
"Oh, right. Good, Colonel," David agreed.
The Colonel smiled, "Hurry up and finish; then, I'll give you a snack."
"Thanks," Sam said excitedly.
"What kind of snack?" wondered David.
"What do you say to cookies and milk? And, I'll order pizza for tonight."
"Pizza's no good," Sam said. "Daddy ordered it last night and it never came."
"Yeah, it never came," concurred David.
The Colonel looked thoughtful for a minute, which was pretty scary, considering just who he was and his normal personality. "Good point," he finally went back to Earth. "Well, I'll just have to make sure that it does come tonight." The Colonel walked out of the room, smiling a little to himself.
Sam and David looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
Walking down the basement stairs, the Colonel called out, "How are you coming along, Son? Everyone else is almost finished."
"Oh, Dad, hi, um, you know how much I love cleaning basements; it's a favorite pastime of mine, but, uh, you see, Mary kind of asked me to baby-sit the twins while her and Carlos clean. Isn't that right, Kids?"
Johnny and Jessica nodded their heads in response to their grandfather's question.
The Colonel chuckled, "Nice try, Son. Come along, Johnny, Jessica. We'll go play upstairs. Eric, get back to work."
The toddlers followed the Colonel up the stairs. The Colonel, before going through the doorway at the top, turned around to look at Eric, "Uh, Son?"
"Yes, Colonel," Eric answered through clenched teeth.
"You missed a spot, over there, by the furnace."
Eric looked to where his Father was pointing, then back to the Colonel. He stared at him.
"What are you looking at? Go clean that spot. And don't forget the rest of the room, either."