They're ba-ack
Grandma just dropped off the little hellions a few moments ago.
No sooner did they walk in the door than Emme came up to me with a stricken look on her face, complaining about her little brother's behavior; Robert went straight to the computer and started playing games online (without our permission) and James started interrupting and cutting into conversations asking where his toys (that he should keep track of) were.
Oh well. I guess the respite is over.
The cat's nowhere to be found. Last I saw, he was bounding up the stairs, ears flattened to his head. Probably to hide in the bedroom closet.
Smart cat.