Thread:Thomperfan/@comment-30953185-20180512194058/@comment-32807753-20180514215721

Me: Can I please make it eleven?

Lola: (sigh) OK, but this is your last one.

(I take another cookie, and eat it.)

Me: OK, Lola, this has been fun, but it’s time for you and Lana to go to bed.

(The twins cling onto my legs)

Twins: But, we don’t want to go bed!

Me: Oh, I know girls. But sleep is important, and don’t you girls have a bluebell scout meeting, tomorrow?

Lana: Oh, right! We’ve got that cookie drive tomorrow!

Lola: We better get to sleeping.

(Lana and Lola get into bed, and I kiss both of them on their cheeks.)

Me: Goodnight, my little angels.

Twins: Goodnight, Nolan.

Me: Uh, by the way, you wouldn’t mind spotting me, Lincoln, and Clyde some cookie boxes, would you?

Twins: Sure, Nolan.

Lincoln: And I instantly love this kid now!

[Other Loud kids clear their throats]

Lincoln: [embarrassed] I mean... how nice of him. He didn't have to do that.