So the big boys are being demanding. They NEED to have snacks, they NEED to have drinks, they NEED to be tickled, they NEED to have their shoes put on for them, etc.
The baby is crying. Daddy puts them on hold.
I come in and pick up Zane.
Wyatt says to Joe, "Mommy is dealing with the baby. Now you can deal with us."
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