Tyler had been suspended for five days, but they did not trust him alone in their house.
Instead of changing their plans, they dropped their six-foot-tall son at ours.
I already had two toddlers.
Our daughter, Emma, was two. Our son, Noah, had just turned four.
The house was always loud, sticky, and one missing shoe away from disaster.
« We don’t have the energy for this, » I whispered to Roy while his parents unloaded Tyler’s suitcase.
« It’s just two weeks, » Roy said.
« It is never just two weeks with your family. »
He rubbed the back of his neck.
« I know. I’ll handle him. »
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