you can call me great one

John had been called back to work last night, which left Jaina with the kids on her own for the rest of the weekend, and she was glad that they didn't seem to be picking up on any of the little latent emo she had going on this weekend. She had a feeling if they did, they would have said something. Loudly. Using many words.

They were a little too quiet as she got them ready for the day, and she finally had to ask, "So, what's up with you two?"


[Mainly for the fake fam, but open!]

Last night Jaina had separated the beds so that she had one, and the twins had the other, which had worked perfectly fine.

That was last night.

Tonight, they were all set to go to bed, but of course it wasn't going to be quite that easy, especially when Jordin was refusing to budge from her standing spot on the floor, folding her arms and declaring, "I'm too big to share a bed."

Apparently it was going to be that sort of night.

[For ze children.]