PHOEBE
As the bathroom was more or less attached to the kitchen, Loren would have quite the interesting background music whilst he baked. The boys were clearly a handful at bathtime, loud splashing and raucous shouts and laughter echoed out of the smallish space. And of course, there were three of them, and one of Phoebe, who had all she could do to get the squirmy boys soaked and scrubbed in her small tub. But it would be the getting out of the tub that proved the most difficult. The play battle continued, you see, and once all three were out they bolted.
The three little boys went streaking through the kitchen, still drenched and wearing naught but their birthday suits, laughing loudly and waving towels like war banners. They beelined straight for the living room and went chasing each other around, jumping on the furniture. Phoebe was quick to follow of course, cheeks red from the work out she had gotten and nearly soaked herself (though fully dressed). Now, Auntie Phoebe was all for fun and games, but she did not put up with complete disorder. "BOYS." she said loudly, a firm, commanding and unmistakably motherly undertone to her voice that Loren likely had never heard before. The three boys froze, eyes wide with a mild look of panic, realizing they were in deep trouble. "You three are much too old for this kind of craziness. You know bathtime and furniture rules. she said sharply, which was met with a chorus of quite apologies from the boys. "Get your little butts back to the bathroom. You are going to dry that floor and get your jammies on like big boys." she said, keeping a close eye on them as they marched one by one back to the bathroom. She followed them back to supervise, and in no time the boys game back out in their jammies with their hair combed.
"Sorry about that." Phoebe said to Loren with a sigh as she reemerged herself, dress still soaked in the front.
The three little boys went streaking through the kitchen, still drenched and wearing naught but their birthday suits, laughing loudly and waving towels like war banners. They beelined straight for the living room and went chasing each other around, jumping on the furniture. Phoebe was quick to follow of course, cheeks red from the work out she had gotten and nearly soaked herself (though fully dressed). Now, Auntie Phoebe was all for fun and games, but she did not put up with complete disorder. "BOYS." she said loudly, a firm, commanding and unmistakably motherly undertone to her voice that Loren likely had never heard before. The three boys froze, eyes wide with a mild look of panic, realizing they were in deep trouble. "You three are much too old for this kind of craziness. You know bathtime and furniture rules. she said sharply, which was met with a chorus of quite apologies from the boys. "Get your little butts back to the bathroom. You are going to dry that floor and get your jammies on like big boys." she said, keeping a close eye on them as they marched one by one back to the bathroom. She followed them back to supervise, and in no time the boys game back out in their jammies with their hair combed.
"Sorry about that." Phoebe said to Loren with a sigh as she reemerged herself, dress still soaked in the front.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
