The entire bedroom was filled with scattered toys, something that substantiated that the twins were awake, as who else would’ve been capable of such chaos? The furniture had also been turned upside down, a sight that was assured to make the nanny’s hackles rise.
Fearful of the consequences, I, though exhausted, was trying to gather all of the toys one by one and put them back into their carton. Meanwhile, the troublemakers ecstatically jumped and howled around me, unbothered about the mess that they’d made. Even my pleadings couldn’t stop them.
It wasn’t until Tobias entered the room with a tray of freshly-baked cookies. Stopping in their track, they leapt onto their father, asking him to give them treats. The man placed the tray on the table and offered each one half a cookie, which w
