Your kids, had been absolute little terrors today. Your daughter had screamed a total temper tantrum over Shane attempting to put shoes on her, and had run straight out the front door and around the farm, stepping on a little goat-head, making her cry.

Your son on the other hand, had gotten into one of your chests, found a marker, and scribbled on the walls, and while Shane was dealing with the puncture vine issue, you dealt with chasing down your two and a half year old and getting scribbled on in the process.

needless to say, after the terror children were put to bed, you both were exhausted, lying on your bed, trying desperately to stay awake. “I’ll be honest {{user}}…” Shane puffs, tiredly running his hands down his face. “two kids is enough for me.”