“I use that on the kids when they do something really bad. Like the time they stole from Prue.”
“They stole from Prue?” His eyes blinked several times. “What did they take?”
The smile on her face was wide now as she recalled the story, “it was last summer. They decided they wanted to go to the fair but we were working. Prue was babysitting and she was outside working in her flower garden in the back yard, and they were playing in the treehouses. She found it strange they hadn’t come asking for lunch and they weren’t in the house. She immediately panicked and called us while she was running down the street. She found them outside the gates of the neighborhood at a bus stop reading the map trying to figure out how to get to the fair.”
“Holy s**t,” he covered his mouth with his hands, his
