"Han Lowe-Turner most certainly shot first..." Neil commented after Han had run back off and just shook his head. Where was the brotherly loyalty around there when you were tattling on everyone? He just smiled though and sat back. "I'd envy you, but my house was full enough as it was without three more running around. Though we have quite the collection of pitter-patter of little feet around here. Constantly maddening, but fun at the same time." Neil had the whole "American Dream" in his life and yet he was always feeling like something bad was about to happen. He did everything the way he was supposed to and didn't cause them any trouble so they hopefully didn't cause him trouble. Yet something was still bugging him.
Namely the rash that he seemed to just been shrugging off like it was nothing. "I can take care of these guys long enough for you to do that much... Doctor it up a little better perhaps after everyone is off to bed for the night. Plus if it's something growing around here we should get it pulled out before one of the kids gets into it."