Her singing gives me an extreme case of tinnitus. I don't want to see you letting something this silly and this trivial come between you. All right, who can I have behind me? It was then that the hospital room saw the arrival of Rita and Lynn Sr. Not with 13 of us packed into the family wagon. The impact sent Lincoln flying into the driver's seat, where he landed with a piercing crack. And now he was reaping what he sowed. His sisters angrily yell at him, as he stares at them and laughs in triumph.
I just have to be the first one out the door tomorrow. Rita ran up to the bed, shoved her way past several of her daughters and started smothering her only son with kisses. An incessant, high-pitched ringing in his ears, a searing pain shooting up through his calf and knee, and the constant urge to faint kept only at bay by his hysterical sisters begging him to stay with them. It was like he was wearing the warmest, heaviest, most comforting blanket ever woven. Lynn's face hardened as he rose from Lincoln's bedside and turned to address the ten Loud sisters. On his way to the stairwell, he was sideswiped by Luan, and responded by grabbing her by the face and shoving her backwards. I put myself in it so none of you would have to suffer.
A light goes on from upstairs; Rita is there. As it turned out, when two groups of shoppers were given the option between 24 different types of jam or six types, the latter group was 10 times more likely to buy one, despite there being less choice. Did you have a good sleep? It was then that he noticed the feeling of warm fur caressing his skin. After the sisters were given the standard warnings about keeping their seat belts secured, the ambulance drove off. But did they really deserve to? Just, you know, catching some Z's in the car like guys do.
As soon as the shock wore off, all ten of the Loud sisters dove out of the car, and Lincoln tried to follow suit. It was fun to watch. It's safer there anyway in case the engine comes loose and flies into the car, crushing everyone up front. Just then I notice Lily waking up. Despite his insistence that he was just as much to blame as anyone else, it was hard to argue that he wasn't the victim when he was hospital-bound with his leg in a cast.
True, they'd still fight now and then, as siblings are wont to do, but they promised never to let something as petty as van seating divide them so thoroughly. They can always take their punishment later. I'll sit up front, dude. Me: to myself What am I doing? We haven't even left the driveway yet! I call it 'The Sweet Spot. I mean, it's the least you could do. She takes off her sleep mask Me: Hey, Leni.
True, she won't shut up about all the dangers of car travel. The only thing stopping him from throwing an animalistic temper tantrum was the fear of provoking his parents' ire even further, and the knowledge that he'd need a good night's sleep if he wanted to have any chance of getting that coveted Sweet Spot. I can't lose that seat! Tomorrow, the Loud family's going on a trip of our own. Operation: Fill All The Sweets Around The Sweet Spot is complete. You look beautiful, by the way. I forgot about the broken lock. I can't lose that seat! He steps on Cliff's tail.
I'm on the spring seat! And my circus's first tent! I've never seen you lookin' so bad, my funky one. To his relief, his efforts actually seemed to be paying off, as each tug loosened the seatbelt's bind on his limb. Lincoln: Having the wrong sister could totally wreck the sweet spot. By viewing the incident from a detached perspective, he was able to see just how selfish he was being. His ears were still ringing a little, so he couldn't quite make out who they were.
Around the bed were all ten of the Loud sisters, each one with red, dried out, puffy eyes and tear-moistened cheeks. There was no doubt in his mind that they would blame themselves for this whole thing. Credit goes to him for the idea! Operation: Seat Next To The Sweet Spot is a success. Over the course of the ride to the hospital, the two of them never stopped trembling or sobbing. He used what little strength he had to wrap his arms around his big sister and stroke her hair, in a vain attempt to comfort her. I guess I should have known that in a family this big, you just can't control every little thing.