The noise emanating from the kitchen was deafening, making Mrs. Kassidy regret letting Mallorie talk her into inviting the McAllister kids over for a third time this week. Her usually tidy kitchen had become akin to a war zone. The table was covered with a wide array of colors of paint and play dough tacked all over it's once glistening wooden surface.
Moira's cries were becoming so loud she was sure the neighbors could hear and were dialing difice on her as she bounced the nine month old on her left hip. Not a bottle of her mother's soothing voice could get Moira to abate her vocal chords. To top it all off, Seth decided to join in on Moira's vocals with a little percussion of his own. Sitting on the cold, tiled floor, Seth was happily banging on an overturned pot with his chubby little arms. At two he was more than a handful than Mallorie was now.
Or not, Mrs. Kassidy thought wearily as she caught a glimpse of Mallorie's brown pigtails just as she got Moira to settle down. Mallorie ran into the room, Kate and Liam close on her tail as she circled the kitchen island, running straight into her mother, circling her arms around Mrs. Kassidy's long legs as Kate and Liam continued their game of chase.
“Mommy, Mommy!” Mallorie cried, “Liam's chasing us again. Please, make him stop.”
Mrs. Kassidy looked down at her daughter than glanced at the clock. Only eleven. It was going to be a long day and she was sorely outnumbered.
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