It took everything within Ira to keep from just smacking himself in the face. He really had to admire his younger sibling for being able to keep up with her own schoolwork, volunteer, and keep an eye on Masane. Ira put his foot under the back of the couch and lifted, effectively tilting the couch enough to tip his mother out on the floor.
"How many times have I told you to keep the toys in your room, mother?"
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Date: 2014-04-09 01:23 pm (UTC)"How many times have I told you to keep the toys in your room, mother?"