“Goodnight Callie.” He said, starring up at his sister. A small smile on his face as he’s laying his head on his pillow. “I love you too.”

He notices a tear rolling down her cheek, sitting up from his bed. He places his hand on her cheek with a worried look on his face. “Why are you crying? Is everything okay Callie?”

He heard Jesus and Callie were making breakfast. Yum.

He has his tutor coming after school and he’s not happy about it.

Good morning. More sleep would be nice right now.

I won’t tell moms.. Only if she shares with me?

Good morning, Callie.

Callie!

I think he’s just trying to jinx us.

Is Jesus okay? I’m worried.

He just seems so upset. I want happy Jesus back.

How can we help him?

We are not the weird ones. You girls are the weird ones.

I’m hungry. Where’s moms?

She can make dinner.

Are you okay, Jesus?

“What do you need help with? I won’t tell moms.”

Mom come on when do we not behave? We’re your good children.