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Liz was not happy. Nick, her wonderful (read: annoying) husband (read: child) was bouncing off the walls, along with their five year old Seamus. The kitchen was a disaster. Nicks dyed red hair was white with flour. There was egg shell bits on Seamus's head, neck and shoulders. The wet splat of egg on Nicks neck and cheek did not help. Right now they were standing in the (ruined) kitchen.
"Lizzie." Nick tried to plead. She just glared at him instead of saying anything she would regret. "We'll clean this up. Right now." Seamus nodded.
"You better." Liz turned around and walked away. Maybe leaving them alone for more than ten minutes was a bad idea.