“Oh no…” Jane Carter thought to herself. She rolled over, not wanting to get up to comfort her crying baby girl. Slowly she got out of bed as she heard the pitter-patter of little feet running down the hall towards little baby BJ’s room. She got up and started walking.
She could hear little noises. The closet door opening, toys being thrown, clothes being tossed.... Nick had been at this for weeks! It was cute and everything, but enough was enough. She could still hear her five-year-old son rummaging through everything in BJ’s room. Her pace quickened. She was tired of this. What is this, do you ask? Well this is how it all began....
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