*SUNDAY*
"What happened to your face? Rough night?" Landon teased as soon as I got back home from the hotel.
"I slipped." Is what I tell mom all the time.
"Right." Landon sounded rather sarcastic.
"Gone for a week. We'll talk when Ed and I are back." I read the note my mom taped on the fridge.
"Hooray for no adult supervision! Who's in charge of everything then?" Landon asked.
"Obviously, I am." Malcolm is the eldest so I guess that makes sense.
"By the way, Cecil is pooping everywhere and it's unsanitary." Malcolm added.
"Who's Cecil?" Landon asked.
"My pet bunny. But don't call him the word 'pet' because he's really sensitive. He prefers to be called my son." I explained.
"I almost stepped on the little guy this morning." Landon confessed.
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