Coming over, pulling the blanket off his face, Olivia Parker reached out to hold his hand from pulling the blanket.
"I'll give you twenty minutes to get up, dress, and wash up...then come out to eat breakfast."
"I don't want to get up."
"You must get up."
"I won't."
"I'm taking you to see Mom today, don't you want to go?"
The little guy immediately opened his eyes, "Really?"
"If you don't get up now, the plan will be put on hold," Olivia stood up, walked over to open the door, and then turned back to look at him, "Remember, twenty minutes, starting now, if you're late, there's no breakfast."
"But... what should I wear?" Osbert Montgomery looked around, "You didn't prepare my clothes, and... I want to use my own toothbrush and toothpaste, don't squeeze too much toothpaste, I hate a lot of foam in my mouth..."
Turning around, Olivia looked faintly at the little guy on the bed, bossily giving commands.
