After the front door opens Patty can hear the voices of her two ten-year-old boys Finn and Quinn, grinning to herself she opens the App and soon has her boys scanned, she then puts her phone down as the boys enter the living room.
“Hey you two,” Patty says, smiling, “what are you two arguing about?”
“Quinn is bugging me,” Finn says with a frown, “apparently it would be my job to feed the chickens, but my job is to feed the cattle and horses!”
“Liar,” Quinn says, “that’s MY job!”
Patty chuckles, “no, Quinn, Finn is right,” she says, “your job is to feed the chickens, his is to care for the cattle and horses!”
“See? Told ya,” Finn says triumphantly.
“No fair,” Quinn whines, “chickens are so effing BORING! I’d rather have a more exciting job!”
“You think I have fun caring for the horses and cattle,” Finn asks, “do you know how much work it is? You, on the other hand, only have to feed the chicks once a day, then you can enjoy the rest of the day on your lazy butt! ME, I have to work, work, work!”
“I am NOT lazy,” Quinn says, “I… um… have other… um… important stuff to do!”
Finn snorts, “oh yeah? Like what?”
“Um… like… um… well,” Quinn stutters, “THAT is none of your business!”
Finn raises his eye brow and looks at his mother, as if to say, “really?! THIS guy is my brother?!”
Patty chuckles, “stop fighting you two,” she says.
Finn throws his hands up, “I give up,” he says, “I’ll just go and check on the horses. I really got to get my mind off of this… twat!”
“Then go and f... yourself,” Quinn says, “I will head to my room… I have some… important “business” to attend to!”
Finn rolls his eyes, “yeah, right,” he says, “as if FAPPING yourself is more important than to HELP on the farm!”
Quinn blushes deep red, “tha… I… I am NOT…,” he sputters.
Finn smirks, knowing that he hit a nerve, “you are “not” what,” he asks, “if you mean your are NOT a help, then you are right. BUT if you mean you are not a horny little twat, then THAT is a lie!”
“I… I…,” Quinn says, he then shouts, “FUCK YOU,” before storming off.
“God… I hate him,” Finn mumbles as he walks out the living room and leave for the pasture.
Patty sighs, “I wish they would just get along,” she says, she then looks down at her phone, “maybe I could… .”