|Lucy, my little mushyface babygirl|
Out of the kitchen comes poor Pebbles. Probably muttering to herself, "I swear, I always have to do this shit myself...she's too freaking stupid to remember what I sent her out here for."
Next thing I feel is Pebbles scratching at my arm on the chair. So I let them outside. Hell, I don't know what they want. I'm just guessing as I play along. When I let them back in, Lucy comes back to me about 15 minutes later.
"Duh huh, uh mom? ... Oh that feels good, duh huh."
From the kitchen I think I heard Pebbles mumbling, " Ah Shit!"
It's a vicious cycle I tell ya.