Three modern-day families from California try to deal with their kids, quirky spouses and jobs in their own unique ways, often falling into hilarious situations.
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THE FIRST THING DAISY HEARD WHEN SHE WOKE UP FROM HER DEEP SLEEP, was her dad calling her and her siblings. She grumbled and turned back around, hearing her twin brother Luke, do the same on the bottom bunk.
For some reason, she didn't mind sharing a room with her brother. Daisy was actually sort of comforted by it, and of course, she got the top bunk and wardrobe.
"Daisy! Luke! Up and at em'" Their mom, claire called out. Luke sighed and climbed out of his bed, grabbing the clothes he wore yesterday and putting them on quickly.
Daisy didn't move a muscle.
"One second, buddy," Phil said to Luke, who obviously got his head stuck in the banister again. Phil ran up the stairs and shook his youngest daughter awake.
"Come on, Dais. Let's get crackalackin," Phil said shaking the bunk bed.
Daisy groaned and sat up, her dark hair resembling a birds nest.
"Never say that again," Daisy mumbled, climbing down the ladder and hopping onto the ground.
Her dad left the room to help her brother, so she quickly got the camera — Daisy's prizes possession and tiptoed down the stairs, scaring Luke with her camera flash.
She cackled running off into the kitchen, "Daisy, I'll kill you!" Luke yelled.
"You can try!" She replied, popping a berry into her mouth.
Claire, her mother and person Daisy most took after, tutted and leaned against the kitchen island exasperated.
"Daisy..."
Daisy grinned, food still in her mouth, "Mom...." She grinned.
Daisy was exactly like Claire at her age, and that's what worried her mother so much. She just didn't want any of her kids making the same mistakes she did. Daisy thinks her mom is pretty cool, so she wouldn't mind turning out like her.
"Go change, young lady. You're already running late," Claire said, swatting Daisy's hand away from the fruit bowl. Daisy pouted but did as she was told, running upstairs and finding a suitable outfit.
She picked a long colourful skirt, a long sleeved top and then put a short sleeved top over it. She put her many bracelets on, that she'd collected over the years and then got on her hands and knees to drag her beaten up converse out from under the bed.
