Suzie resisted an urge to pull her hair out. The bank had called and needed her to go in and sign some paperwork. No big deal unless you had a pair of three-year-olds who were stubbornly refusing to go.
"No wanna go," said Jessica, arms crossed over her chest.
"Me too," said Jared, aping his sister.
"It won't take too long, guys. Mommy's gotta go sign papers. Then we'll come back." But the twins were adamant. Why? Who knew! It wasn't as if they had anything exciting planned to do at home, unless you counted cleaning. She couldn't even bribe them with food. They'd just eaten. But last time she'd looked, her job description said Mommy, so, too bad. That meant they didn't have a choice. Ha, apparently someone need to explain that to them.
Suzie wrestled them into some clothes, emerging victorious but sweaty. She struggled to hold on to her temper. She really hated yelling, but this was getting ridiculous.