Family troubles.

"Come on, please stay with the babysitters..." Hilda sighed, exhausted by her kid's fits.

"But we don't wanna!" The 'kids' said in unison, Manuela (the younger one) flailed her arms in the air wildly, her chest bouncing wildly.

"We want Ice cream!" Annette squealed, stamping on the ground.

Hilda threw her hands up and looked at the two 'babysitters.' Can you two please help?"