"What is it with you feeding my kids sugar?" I ask Marcus, as I flop down on the couch. "Don't you have any vegetables in your fridge?"
"I don't know what you're complaining about," he reasons as he drops himself down next to me. He won't admit it, but he's just as tired as I am after chasing the kids for the last forty-five minutes. "Once they were done running, they practically dropped into their beds. We won't hear from them for a while."
"Yeah, but it's going to take us that long to clean up this mess." I look around trying to wrap my brain around the sheer volume of toys strewn all over the floor. I had no idea my kids had this many toys. Looks like it's time to clean out again.
"We'll just tell them the same thing I told my niece and nephew last weekend."
"We're not telling the kids that any toys left out will come alive when they're sleeping and will watch them in bed."