It had been three years of blissful marriage between Ethel and her husband, Adriel.
Ethel was watching her three sons roll around in the mud which she was very sure would end up on her couch and different spots in the house.
Once more, she was pregnant with twins. She had been hoping they would wait atleast five years before having another child. She was even on birth control but Adriel's super sperm could not take a hint.
Rubbing her hands over her belly, she shouted, "If I find one trace of mud in the house, no cartoons for a week."
"Yes mother." her choir of little imps replied together.
"You know they don't mean that, right?" Adriel asked her. They were sitting on the porch outside their house, enjoying some sunshine and tea.
"I know, but I can't stop them. They will just run an
