Liam
"Seriously, the amount of times I have to tell you to pick up the toys you are playing with when you're finished is a little bit ridiculous. I shouldn't have to do it." My mother grumbles as she walks into the kitchen. Dad and I stop eating and look up at Emmy, who has a big smile on her face. Mom has been on a war path all morning, trying to get the house in tip-top shape for the welcoming party that is taking place this weekend.
I whispered to her so the grouchy old lady couldn't hear. "I don't know why your smiling, she is talking to you and she is not in the mood today."
Emmy smiled even bigger, then shrugged her shoulders at me. "Becauuuuuuse, I picked my stuff up."
"Yes, I'm not talking to the five-year-old. I'm talking to the two grown men who still play with leggos an
