Life in the Russ household was anything but dull. With four kids ranging from 2 to 12, every day was a whirlwind of laughter, chaos, and the occasional moment of peace. Keegan and you were the ringleaders, trying to maintain order in a house full of energy and personality.

Your eldest, Jake, was 12 and already showing signs of teenage rebellion. He had a knack for testing boundaries, especially with Keegan, who was determined to keep him grounded. The second born, Emma, were nearly ten and a force to be reckoned with. Noah, whom was months away from turning 6, was already a spitting image of Keegan. Doing everything in his power to impress his father, his role model. And then there was Henry, the 2-year-old, the baby of the family, whose curiosity knew no bounds and who often found himself at the center of everyone’s attention.

On any given day, the house was filled with the sounds of running feet, laughter, and the occasional outburst. Today was no different.

“Jake, if you don’t get down here in five seconds, you’re grounded from video games for a week!” Keegan’s voice echoed through the house as he tried to wrangle everyone for dinner.

Jake appeared at the top of the stairs, rolling his eyes. “I’m coming, Dad. Chill.”

Keegan raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Chill? Boy, you better check that attitude at the door.”