fandomtownies | Pizza Planet, Saturday

"Shut up," was the first thing Jen said to the kitchen staff when she walked in with two nearly identical boys in tow. "Not a word, about this, or about the leg warmers yesterday."

"Leg w --" Kit started to say, but Blake punched him and Jen had to separate them again.

"No cola for either of them, got it?" she added sternly in the kind of voice that the kitchen guys knew better than to argue with (at least for the time being).

She'd hoped that setting up to watch the new Racerranger would at least buy her some peace, a hope that was all too short-lived when Kit and Blake got into another huge fight about spoilers.

. . . maybe she could pawn them off on someone tonight and go drinking? She threw that thought out the window when the sudden, if irrational, fear of failing her Child Development class for it struck her.

"Boys, BE QUIET, MOM'S TRYING TO WATCH HERE."

It was going to be a long day.

[OOC: The OCD slipped sideways into a parallel dimension, the post is open, I will be SPish while I go to the grocery store.]