I get upstairs and pick Logan and Riley up, putting each kid in one arm and shifting them on my hips, bouncing them allittle. I calm them and set them on the bed to sleep instead whilst I lay next to them.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster