Six.

I swear to God those kids will be the damn death of me. So they're gettin older, the terrible twos they call em. But if....shit
"Get down from there!!" Trixie Jean hollered at Sweet Pea and Baby Boy. They had climbed all up into the tipy top of the big old magnolia in Sherwood Park. The babies just giggled and waved at Trixie Jean as she flailed her arms at them. Trixie Jean had been feelin bad about always working so she decided to take them to the park as a nice break on her day off.
"Hey y'all, I got treats if you come down!" Trixie Jean tried to coax them down with a bag of Fruit Loops.
"Nope!" Baby Boy smiled, nodding at his sister for her approval. Sweet Pea ran the show, everyone else was just minor characters. They both were in a fit of laughter.
"God dammit" Trixie Jean muttered under her breath. She kicked off her sandals and put the Fruit Loops back in the stroller, looked like she was gonna have to go up there and get em.
Trixie Jean didn't have no problem with climbing trees. Back when she was a little kid she'd been a regular monkey, climbing until the branches were so weak they couldn't hold her.
Trixie Jean started up the tree, the babies were stunned, mouths open at the site of their mama climbing like it was easier than breathing. She got up to the top of the tree quicker than you could count to ten. Trixie Jean took a deep breath, as she was sighing she caught a glimpse of silver. A man, dressed in all black holding what Trixie saw to be a .32 in the air. (Trixie Jean always used to read Garden and Gun magazine when she was little cause they didn't have nothing else for literature).
"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING MONEY" She heard the man shout. Trixie Jean scrambled to cover her babies ears, seeing the look of terror on their mama's face they both shut right up. The gun went off and Trixie Jean saw the man yelp. Goddamn criminal ass fool, shot himself in the foot.
"Lets get" she hissed at her children. They both scrambled to get down. Trixie Jean scooped them into the stroller and pushed on towards home. Trixie Jean didn't care for that life of guns and bull shit. Not now, not ever again. Not after all that she'd been through.