11yo: my shorts are on fire and my shirt speaks like a pig. [exits room]
me:….
11yo: my shorts are on fire and my shirt speaks like a pig. [exits room]
me:….
me: [eating breakfast and yawning because i’m not awake]
8yo: [from across the room] yawns don’t make sense to feet.
me: [headdesk]
i’ve been up on a saturday for 5 whole minutes.
8yo: [coming up next to me and staring at me like a meerkat] socks like cookies too.
me: … go. away.