When Jodie left to pick up lunch, I was alone with the four kids. I don't know why you'd ever have four kids on purpose; it was basically a free-for-all. I hung out with Cam, the immobile one, while Lyla, Ava, and Rowan--well, I don't actually have any idea what they were doing. Painting the bathroom mirrors? Cutting up the bedsheets? Using a Bunsen burner to heat a spoonful of heroin? I'm good with two kids because I have two eyes, one for each kid. Any more than that and it's like, Lyla, you're the oldest? You're in charge.
Here's Rowan and Cam.
A moment later, Rowan booped Cam's nose (touch it and say "Boop!") about 700 times.
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