Your at work and left your too sons with Brooklyn.
"Lucas, why did you hit your brother?" Brooklyn asks, looking down at his youngest son in what he hoped looked like a strict expression. "because he hit me!" Lucas replies, glaring at noah while Dylan shook his head quickly. "Dylan, did you hit your brother?" Brooklyn asks, looking over at his older son who looked guilty. "yeah, but he started it!" Dylan shoots back before narrowing his eyes at Lucas. Lucas gasps and opens his mouth to defend himself when Brooklyn throws his hands up. "enough! i don't care who started it or who did what, i'm finishing it. both of you, time out. fifteen minutes each," Brooklyn decides, nodding his approval at his own decision as both Dylan and Lucas make faces. "fifteen minutes? that sucks! i'm not doing that!" Dylan states boldly as Lucas folds his arms over his chest and gives a decisive nod at his brother's words. "well then maybe you shouldn't misbehave," Brooklyn tells them evenly, hoping that this would be the end of it and they'd just go off to timeout without anymore fuss. "nah uh, you can't make us!" Lucas pipes up, sticking his tongue out at his father before looking up at Dylan for approval, smiling when he sees his older brother's grin. "if you two don't get into time out in the next five seconds, neither of you will be getting dinner. how does that sound, hmm? no buts! it's either time out or you go to bed hungry," Brooklyn threatens, knowing there was no way he'd go through with that because he couldn't bear knowing his children were unhappy but they didn't need to know that. "you can't get anywhere in five seconds, dad," Dylan grumbles but turns away to head off to his time out spot while Lucas takes his brother's lead and does the same while Brooklyn grins triumphantly at this, punching the air with a silent cheer the moment the boys are out of the room.
