Polly Sutton paused her action of brushing her teeth and looked at her son wistfully.
Little Benny stood on his small stool brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth. He spat out the water before looking at Mommy, clearly saying: Mom wants to get married; it's unstoppable.
Polly Sutton brushed her teeth as she watched Little Benny leave. The disdain from her son couldn't be more obvious.
When Polly Sutton finished washing up, Little Tommy was sitting on the bed throwing a tantrum, not fully awake yet.
Little Benny placed his brother's clothes beside the bed, waiting for him to finish venting his morning grumpiness.
"I don't want to get up, I don't want to get up, my bed can't bear to leave me, boo hoo..." Little Tommy cried, sprawled out again, kicking his small feet in the air, and constantly smacking the pillow with his hands.
Polly Sutton went over and pulled him up, "Your bed says it wants a rest, get up quickly, today is the last day to go."
