This morning after they got dressed, D turned to me and said, “Uh oh, Ma bad guy” and then both of them shot me with imaginary guns for a bit (I have no idea where they learned that, if they’ve ever even seen a gun on tv I’d be very surprised, it must be hardwired to the Y chromosome). After I had fallen over appropriately dead, D said, “We killed Ma. We gonna eat Ma.” Then they both pretended to eat me haha. They are so funny.

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