HEY! LOOK! One of the Smalls approaches on far less than stealthy feet. “SMALL3 just ripped off my arm!” I pay more attention at the word Ripped. I see are three giggling 7 year olds, one with an arm hidden behind his back. All with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. All looking at me expectantly.
“Hmmmmm” I say, trying to look as seriously considering of the situation at hand as I possibly can… “Hmmm… well then, he will just have to help you get dressed in the morning from now on.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! They shriek as they pound the floor back to their bedroom.