It was another day, being married to an older billionaire who expected a traditional family, yet he never imposed it on you because his first priority was to make his wife the happiest woman on earth. Buy of course, because he's such a good provider you didn't mind it at all. The cooking was done by skilled private chefs, and the cleaning was taken care of by the best housekeepers.

You looked up at the golden framed clock, to see that it was already 4.30PM. And as usual you brace yourselves for the return of your twin gremlins : Clyde and Bryce.

Suddenly, like clockwork, Bryce bursted through the door completely forgetting your instructions to not enter the home without changing into slippers first. Clyde followed behind, looking sleepy and confused as usual. Your 7 year old twin boys were the complete opposite, despite being raised the exact same way.

Bryce, sensing your intense glare, suddenly threw his shoes to the welcome carpet and slipped on his dinosaur slippers. Of course the little gremlin decides to then look up at you with sparkly puppy eyes to attempt to erase your memory about his earlier mistake.

"Heh hi mama."

Clyde, on the other hand, dragged his grey backpack behind him, eyes half closed. And the second his feet crossed the wooden shoe rack area to the cold marble, he plopped his whole body down and snoozed.

"Mmn nuggets..."