Summary:

prompt: sugar crash “So there’s dinner on the stove, in case you two are hungry — yes, even your shitty birdseed, Shane — and extras for the kids but they’ve all eaten.” Hayden was grabbing stuff and shoving it away as he spoke, clearing up the lounge so that it was somewhat presentable. “Most of their toys are in the den, but they can have two each in the lounge — two — at any one time. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. Bedtime is at seven, they will try to stay up later. There will be many tricks, don’t fall for a single one of them. “Arthur’s potty just got emptied — he took a massive—” “Dump,” Shane cut in as he bounced Amber in his arms. Jackie was still near enough, he thought, to hear him. Amber couldn’t talk but she could babble. Hayden already had three dollars in that jar in the past five minutes. “—shit just before dinner,” Hayden continued, ignoring Shane’s correction. Fourth dollar in the jar.