"I assure you, Mrs. May," Sandra said. "I am no boy."
"I can see that. You're too lovely to be one," Mom affirmed. "Look at mine. He can't keep himself nicely groomed as you are."
Derrick looked over at Mom and pouted. He felt aggrieved! His mom said he was a stinky boy! Which, he is not! Very clean! Freshly bathe!
"Mom, stop it. Look at bro," Wilona pointed at Derrick sulking in the corner again. "He's sad now."
"That boy," Mom muttered. "He's just silly."
Mom took a look at the clock hanging on the wall. The minute had passed by quickly, and it was getting late. She turned to look at the group of children in front of her all of who should be getting ready for bed.
"Do you guys think that your parents would allow you to sleep over tonight? It may be a tight fit, but you can sleep in the living room. It's a little late now."
Daisy looked at her phone. She was right; it was getting late. Daisy went and excused herself to call her parents. The rest of them did the same as well.
