Takes place in S1 so Lloyd is a kid.

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Dear Diary,

Last night was quite an adventure to say the least, and no, I'm not talking about the kinds in which we somehow end world hunger, slavery, racism, etcetera just by defeating an evil villain with the power of friendship and then proceed to win fifty nobel prizes, I'm talking about the kind that almost everyone goes through at some point: Putting a child to sleep.

Apparently some hot headed idiot with a porcupine on his head decided that a horror movie would be the perfect form of media to watch in the presence of a ten year old child, and it wasn't the kind which was poorly made to the point it was funny, that would actually be appropriate and would not make the child bother everyone else in the middle of the night, but nooo, peace and quiet is forbidden in this household! Which is why Kai decided to watch a 15+ horror movie which would make one pee their pants from too much terror.

In Kai's defence though, he was watching it on his own in the living room and Lloyd just happened to come by, watched whatever was happening on screen and now we have another topic to discuss with his therapist (Aka me)

But then again, my four precious hours of sleep are never coming back due to this fiasco so I still blame you Kai! (Even though it's not entirely your fault)

It was about 10pm (bedtime) when this entire thing started. I had just drifted off to sleep when Lloyd knocked on my door and asked if he could stay over as he was having trouble sleeping. I agreed and let him in. Fast forward one hour, I get woken up again and this time he tells me that he's unable to go to sleep. I suggest that he should do something to distract himself until he starts feeling sleepy so he decided to read the latest starfarer comic.

The thing is, Jay is the only one in the team that owns those comics (Gosh if he read that bit he'd immediately start berating me about how they aren't comics and are "extremely complex pieces of incredible artistry") so we went to the boys' room to get them, but instead, We find Jay snacking on Cole's candy stash with his nose burried in one of the comics (As though the possibility of Cole poisoning Jay's breakfast the next morning using his chilli didn't exist at all.)

That's where things started getting chaotic. Jay was reading a comic that Lloyd hadn't read at the moment and he'd already read the rest of the comics from the comic stash and wasn't in the mood to reread them. Jay wasn't in the mood to hand it over either as he was "on the best part" so I came up with a compromise they come over in my room and read it at the same time and that seemed to satisfy both of them.

Like I said earlier, peace and quiet is forbidden in this household so naturally no one here has the word "silent" in their vocabulary (apart from me and Wu. I know, we're sinners.) Which is why I suggested that they come to my room in order to not disturb the others but now that I think about it, That was probably the main reason why I lost four hours of sleep...

...but I'm still putting the blame on Kai because Lloyd is just an irritating child and Jay's too cute to be mad at.

I fell asleep for only ten minutes and woke up to a loud thwack. I opened my eyes and woke up to Lloyd assaulting Jay with a pillow. Apparently, the two had a heated argument over which starfarer comic was the greatest. One thing led to another and Lloyd was on top of a screaming Jay, wacking his face with a pillow while screaming bloody murder.

And I thought me and Kai having an argument over how toothpaste should be applied on a toothbrush was bad. (I still believe that you should put a pea sized blob of toothpaste)

Kai once said,

"If you have fire, put it out with a volcano. It sounds like it won't work but you never know until you try."

Remembering Kai's words, I took my largest pillow and threw myself at the two boys. I managed to knock Lloyd off Jay, but I think he got mad that I interrupted his murdering session because he then proceeded to attack me with his pillow. Jay immediately leapt into action and threw himself into the pillow fight too. One thing led to another and an active pillow fight went into action and neither of us were taking this seriously because we were laughing our heads off the entire time.

We might have been making a bit too much noise because the others woke up and ran in to see what was going on, only to find two teenagers and a child rolling around the floor while laughing like maniacs. (They probably thought we were high or something)

After calming down, I explained the situation to the others and Cole instantly came up with an idea.

....which was asking Zane for an idea because he didn't have one.

Zane said that we should try to comfort him to sleep. Jay suggested that we list things that make us sleepy and use them on Lloyd at the same time as that would be "the ultimate sleep strategy".

Here was our plan:

We place Lloyd in a cradle and gently rock him and make him drink warm milk. One of us reads him a bedtime story while the other sings/plays a song for him and hope that he goes to sleep.

If all of that didn't work than we just attach him to his bed with duck tape and hope for the best.

(That's not a spelling error by the way, We actually have a roll of tape with tiny ducks printed on it)

That plan instantly started failing when some "genius" decided that Cole was the perfect person to prepare the warm milk because one: he'd probably add in something which is not suitable for human consumption and two: This guy can't tell the difference between "warming milk" and "setting the stove on fire".

So while Zane was busy putting out the fire, me and the others decided to place Lloyd in the cradle and gently rock him while telling him a bedtime story.

Except we didn't have a cradle.

So we did the next best thing: placing Lloyd on a blanket, lifting it up to form a little hammock and then cradling him in it.

Turns out neither of us knew how to gently rock a child either because after only ONE swing, Lloyd went flying off and crashed into the wall. (Fortunately, no bones were broken but my painting sure was!)

The crash woke up Sensei who ran in and immediately started yelling at all of us for staying up so late. He yelled even more after finding out what we did to the stove and I quote,

"...I feel more like a babysitter than a Sensei sometimes! You're grounded, All of you!"

I guess he realized that he didn't look all that flattering yelling at a bunch of kids in his pajamas, beard all messed up with his eyes looking as though he swapped them with a Pandabecause he left my room after that. But not before giving one last word of warning.

We breathed in a sigh of relief and went back to our mission. This time, we made sure to be quiet and gentle (something which is quite an achievement for a group of six kids)

Me and Zane gently rocked Lloyd on the makeshift hammock who'd been treated to a glass water instead of warm milk. Nobody wanted to sing so Kai and Jay put on an instrumental of a song (Hopefully Lloyd liked Jazz) and beatboxed to it. (If I'm being honest, this "song" sounded more like a horse dying with Jazz music playing in the background). Cole was the one who read the bedtime story.

I don't know if our attempts worked because this entire procedure was incredibly long. Kai and Jay exhausted themselves in three minutes and collapsed onto the ground. My arms started getting tired (who knew a ten year old could be so heavy) so Cole and I decided to swap places with each other at ten minute intervals as to not tire ourselves out.

I don't know how long that lasted because I started getting drowsy while reading the bedtime story which eventually led to me passing out right then and there.

The next morning I woke up on my bed...right in the middle of a pile of limbs. I'll try to describe as best as I can.

On my right was Jay (who was squeezing the life out of my arm), Left was Kai, who's limbs were scattered everywhere (and his armpit just HAD to be in my face!). Cole was sprawled on top of everyone's legs and was using Jay's foot as a pillow. Zane was on Jay's right but was sleeping in a sitting position with his head lopped off to the side.

This limb-pile (TM) would not have been as much of a bother to me if the boys actually knew what deodorant was.

After everyone was woken up and reminded of the existence of deodorant. I pointed out strange noises coming from the living room.

We went there and found Lloyd sleeping on the floor, controller in his hand while some noisy game kept chanting "You've lost. Play again?" Over and over. Turns out that little brat spent the entire night playing video games while we were asleep. When asked, He refused to tell us what time he fell asleep and raised further suspension.

The boys might share only one braincell but they're not THAT stupid so they decided to punish him by giving him an extra chore for the day. Kai suggested that he should give him a foot massage but we're not cruel people so the idea was instantly shut down. Eventually it was decided that Lloyd would wash the dishes instead. (Something which he was way more happier to do)

So in the end, while trying to put Lloyd to sleep, we:

- Had a pillow fight

- Burnt the stove

- Almost broke Lloyd's bones

- destroyed my nostrils

Lesson: We are horrible babysitters.

-Nya

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