[The living room is covered with discarded blankets, various toys, the remnants of someone's clandestine-on-the-carpet-breakfast, and other things that make it vaguely resemble one of those houses on "Hoarders." It has become, quite literally, a war zone.]
me: "Omigoodness, what happened out here?!"
[two kid heads poke up from inside the blanket chest, which is open. they are wearing helmets and grasping onto the edge of the chest like soldiers peeking out of the trenches.]
Sam: "Stay sill Mommy. This is a war."
Lily: "And we will defeat you, Mommy."
Sam: "Yup. You're doomed."
Lily: "Kids ALWAYS defeat the grownups."
Sam: "Yup. We know your weakness."
me: "What is it?"
Lily: "Hey Mommy! [sing songs] "I've got a marshmallow for you..."
Reviewing the Mail: Week of 11/118
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