In the evening, Remington and Christy (successfully) teach Benjamin and Andrew how to talk, while Timmy plays with the train set. Once the twins grow up, they’ll have to sell the train set to make room for a new bedroom. There is no way I can cram two children into the nursery. I don’t even think there’s enough room for a bed in there.

There is no point in crying over spilt milk, Christy thinks. They will have to do without a second bathtub. At least the kids didn’t notice what happened. Thank god she already got her maternity leave money. And Remington will soon return home with his day’s pay.

(Seriously, when I told you they were broke, I didn’t exaggerate. They have 5 loan bushes and roughly 43$ in the bank.)