Some weeks later, we moved into Priscoll's house while I was away for a few days, leaving Priscoll in charge of the kids as I went off to work.
A particular morning brought unexpected chaos to his routine, Priscoll already feeling the strain of the day ahead, was faced with an early wake-up call.
"Priscoll! It's morning, we're going to be late for school," Joanna's little voice echoed through the house as she rushed into Priscoll's room and clambered onto the bed, her urgency palpable.
"Baby, wait for me, I'm coming," Priscoll mumbled, settling back into a brief slumber. The noise drew in Michael, adding to the early morning commotion.
"Kids, stop. It's still 4 am, let me sleep," Priscoll pleaded, attempting to reason with the energetic duo. Eventually, the relentless calls from the children roused Priscoll from his drowsy state, prompting him to acknowledge the incoming day.
