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Kids.
Kids.
Bed time, off you go clean your teeth, wash your faces and do not make a noise. The protests were the same as on every night. It is too early, John, Jill and Jamie; go to bed at ten o’clock why must we go at nine? Dad opens his mouth. Your Mum said Bedtime, off you go and be quiet or I will have to come and sort you all out. Off you go now. Then a chorus of good nights, Good night Mum, good night Dad was heard as the kids ran up stairs.
Giggles were heard the toilet was flushed a few times then a few more good nights. Later on, the kids are awfully quiet I wonder what they are up to. The boy has his torch and is reading a comic the girls are telling each other gruesome little stories. Then the first steps were heard as the first kid came down the stairs. Mum, I can’t sleep, the second Mum I am thirsty may I have a drink. The third walked in with that was a quick night, wasn’t it.
Dad suppressing a small smile, get your water. You close your eyes and put the comic away you will soon drop off into a deep sleep. And you Miss go back to bed your school is open right now in your bedroom. Off you all go and don’t let us hear another sound. Again footsteps as the kids went back upstairs.
Dad made sure that all windows and doors were secure, and with a last look around the living room he followed his wife up the stairs. They looked in the boy’s room. With his eyes closed his golden curly hair pictured his innocent face like a frame. The two girls in the other bedroom were sleeping and with a small sigh of relief mum and dad went to bed.
“Perhaps we should let them stay up an hour later, after all the boy is twelve and the girls fourteen and fifteen,” Mum sleepily said. If you think so, Dad with his eyes closing fast managed to get out before the first snore broke the silence.
