“I didn’t think they were ever going to go to bed,” Bobbie complained as she flopped backwards on the bed groaning. “It’s almost midnight. Where do they get their energy?”
“I want to know how two kids who can fight as much as they do can plot together as much as they do. I’m still trying to figure out how I agreed to climbing the tree for coconuts.” He shook his head in disbelief, “and then they didn’t even like them.” He ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it away before flopping beside her on the bed. “Chasing them today was harder than running a marathon.”
“I just don’t understand why they’re still awake,” she put her hand out over his mouth to shush him, “listen, they’re still talking.”
He sat up and called out the open door to the bedroom, “Max, Ollie, time for sleep!” The tw
