3…2…1… ch 7

A couple weeks later….

Bette walked out of her office. She had taken off so much work to deal with the kids. She was working from home as much as possible. She was so busy reading a legal brief she didn’t notice the kitchen until she heard the crunch under her feet. 

“Parker!” Bette yelled from the kitchen that was covered in flour and dry noodles. She held Peyton on her hip. She was covered in flour. 

“Yeah?” Parker bounced down the back stairs. 

“Come here.” Bette ordered. Parker walked down the hall slowly. 

“What can I do for ya?” She said with a grin. 

“Uh What the hell happened in here?” Bette asked. Parker scanned the kitchen and shrugged her shoulders. 

“I don’t know.” She answered. 

“So I assume Peyton made this mess.” Bette said. 

“Well she does have that white stuff all over her.” Parker said. 

“I don’t think so.” Bette was furious. She was way past her breaking point. It had been one disaster after another. 

Patrick walked out of the playroom covered in flour with a noodle necklace around his neck and a piece of paper covered in noodles in his hands. 

“Told ya it wasn’t me.” Parker said putting her hand on her hip. She had been hanging out with Alice to much. 

“You’re right I’m sorry.” Bette said. Parker turned on her heels and went back upstairs. “Patrick what happened to the kitchen?” She asked. 

He looked at the kitchen and shrugged. He hadn’t spoken more than a couple words since they had been there or at least to Bette. She had heard him talking to Parker so she knew he could talk. 

“Well until you decide to tell me what happened in here you can sit in Time Out.” Bette said. Patrick just looked at him. 

“Go sit in the Time Out chair.” Bette pointed to the small chair in the corner. He didn’t move. Bette grabbed him by the hand and started pulling him towards the chair. He started kicking and screaming as loud as he could. 

She sat Peyton down in the playpen so she could deal with Patrick.