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.)

*sigh*

This was bound to happen. Refurbishing the nursery with a second crib completely emptied their bank accounts. They couldn’t afford to pay any bills and since both of them had the weekend off, on Monday, 11am sharp, the Repo-Man arrives.

Oh, come on! The downstairs bathtub?! Couldn’t you take the train set or something they don’t depend on? He also floods the bathroom in the progress,