Mon dieu. Ain't so sure ol' Remy's cut out for puttin' up with a pack of teenagers again.
Especially when they mine. Ain't sayin' they a handful, or hard to deal with or nothin', but this ain't the same as being guidance counselor in a private school.
Least this kind of bein' in over my head is slightly less fatal than the other times I been. Any parents of suddenly-grown up teenagers got any pointers?