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Diane Evans pulled the bedroom door halfway shut before walking a few feet down the hall way. As she suspected the sound of childish voices and soft laughter quickly began.

"I can hear you," she said, shaking her head in amusement. Guilty silence followed but Diane doubted it would last long. Still, in the long run, it wouldn't matter. If this weekend was anything like the last weekend her daughter and her boyfriend had spent as young children, they'd be back to normal in the morning with nothing but a sugar hangover and a new set of pictures on her camera to show for it.

There was another quickly stifled round of giggles before two voices calling out, "Night Mom!" "Night Mrs. Evans..."

"Good night! Now sleep!" And please, please be adults when you wake up in the morning, was her unspoken added wish.

[For phone calls or the wee boyfriend if he's not distracted by football.]

Date: 2011-11-14 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] blessed_twice
"Hitting's wrong," Wyatt pouted right back.

So was stealing blankets, but hush.

Date: 2011-11-14 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
"I didn't hit. The pillow did!"

That pillow just flew through the air all on its own Isabel?

From the hallway Diane's voice drifted into the room. "Do I need to come in there? Remember Max's bed is empty."

Date: 2011-11-14 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] blessed_twice
"Nooooooo, Mrs. Evans," Wyatt said innocently. He grudgingly flipped the blankets back to Isabel's side of the bed.

Date: 2011-11-14 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com
Happily Isabel snuggled down into the blankets.

"Mom didn't read us a story."

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