….probably, yeah.
at least one of you acknowledges it.
My mental capacity is extraordinary, I have no idea what you are talking about.
Please define extraordinary.
We’ve matured since then.
Not at all. That’s childs play compared to this truck. Look at it!
There’s actually something mentally wrong with the both of you, isn’t there?


For someone who never wants to get married, I sure spend a lot of time looking at fancy wedding cakes. Maybe they just shouldn’t look so damned tasty…
This is no one else’s problem but, Harold’s. He said yes, so he’s stuck with it and me.
See, that’s not productive in the least bit. Even I could do that. Except, I’m not allowed to do laundry unsupervised anymore.
His mistake. I guess he’s had time to back out by now if he was gonna, though.
That’s totally productive. Now we can see which clothes go to which baby without rooting through boxes.

Which is a lot harder than it sounds, let me tell you.
You are so dumb, and so lazy.
But… You’ve done more than me. I dumped baby clothes into laundry baskets. That’s it.

What’s the point? They’re just going to take them out anyway.
So by that logic, they’re no where near the toy box, you just sorted Peter’s toys from Sophie’s toys and called it a day?

I put the kids thing in some sort of order
Does that mean you put toys in the toy box? Or put the toys kind of near the toy box? Because there’s a big difference.
