So, this motorcycle gang shows up at our house, right? And they give us an ultimatum. I mean, they don’t know the word ultimatum but they can be demanding. “Juice boxes or we attack,” they said.
Problem was, bedtime was only an hour away, and those juice boxes would have sent them bouncing off the walls and us cleaning up the pee pee. So we said, “No.” That was good enough for the two blondes, Sydney and Aubrey Jones, who backed off pretty easy.
Addison was another story, so we locked him up and put him on juice probation for 10-15 . . . hours.