Ch.14
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'Frosty the snowman......' I would like to take this time to say.....I hate that damn snowman! All I want for Christmas is a blow torch to make him melt away, and make sure he'll 'never come back once again someday.'
"Calm down, Kevin," Nick sniffled, "you're biting your knuckles." Obviously, he did not understand the pain this cartoon brought me.
Yes! Halleujah! Here come the credits! I clutched the remote in my hand. "Who wants to watch 'McGuiver'?"
Leslie wrinkled her nose. "McGuiver? Ew!"
"I'm with Les," her brother agreed.
Figures. "Well, what do you want to watch?"
"Rudolph!"
Rudolph? First, a deffective snowman, now, a red-nosed, freaked reindeer.
"Sounds great," I said through clinced teeth.
Everything is getting to me! I am not mature enough or brave enough to handle the Carter Clan anymore! I'm sure Howie's mother would help. She loved kids; and she had five brats of her own. There is a way out of this!
"Kevin..." I heard Leslie whispering. "We don't have to watch Rudolph. I feeling pretty sleepy. And you look like you could use a nap, too. Not to mention Nick."
I glanced at 'Pajama Boy' whom had fallen asleep in the recliner. A nap?
Leslie was not a child, she was an angel. A nap sounded like Heaven. I lifted her into my lap. It wasn't a bad idea. BJ and the twins were at school, Nick was already asleep.....Why not?
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