Author Notes: Here’s the deal… I’m feeling a bit uninspired to continue this story. Not because I don’t love the characters, but because I’m struggling to come up with accompanying chapter content for in-game play. It is an ISBI so I can’t really plan out my story. I’m a planner and a plot-driven gamer by nature, and this is a challenge for me. Rather than completely quit, I think I’ll finish out the remainder of Season 3 with picture updates and commentary. That way, you get the updates, and I don’t have to bang my head into my desk or the wall to craft something inspiring in story format. I hope you don’t mind. You might see another chapter from me for this season. You might not. Either way… more Lizzie Green-Simself and her family coming your way!
“You look bear-y good!” Nate said to his sister.
Carrie waved her arms angrily. “Stop it! I hate you!”
Of course, Lizzie had to calm down a crying, confused Nate, and then proceeded to scold Carrie. Joey Jr. just appeared sad and gave his brother a hug.
I gasped. “Parker, where did you learn that word?
“Car-wie! Hmphf!” Parker crossed her arms.
“What’s for dinner?” Joseph asked.
I grunted. “Seriously? I’m a little busy! Will you handle the boys?”
Joseph turned to his son. “Joey, in bed! Now!”
Joey complied, offering a charming smile.
Joseph kissed my cheek. “I got this, beautiful!”
I blushed. “Thank you!”
Joseph knocked on the bathroom door. “Nate, come out here, right now!”
Parker wailed and flailed.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked, and changed my pitch to baby-talk. “Don’t you like Freezer Bunny Sponge!”
“O-py!” Parker winced.
Marshall barked. Parker grabbed the sponge and squeezed over her face, crying harder as she slapped the water.
“Soapy? Like soap? In your eyes,” I sighed. “Park, you splashed the soap in your own eyes.”
“Your brother would like to sleep,” Joseph said. “Joey, you need to go to your own bed.”
“Nooooooo!” Parker shook her head.
I had just returned from my own shower and was ready for bed. Parker still hadn’t managed to sleep. “What? Not this story?”
“Nooooo! I hate dis book!” Parker kicked her mother.
I grabbed Parker’s leg gently. “No, Parker, we don’t use those words. Shh! You need to sleep. Maybe we’ll skip reading time tonight.”
Parker continued to howl, waking her brothers again. I sighed heavily.