mouse was on the couch, leaning against the arm, entertaining her daughter while her son was sitting at the coffee table, eating goldfish. she let out a small giggle as her daughter belly laughed when she was held in the air. “you’re so cute,” she said, kissing the baby’s nose before looking over to the coffee table when she heard ethan smack the table. “hey. stop crushing them up and eat them or i’m gonna put ‘em away, don’t make a mess,” she said. “i’m not makin’ a mess, i’m just crushing it cause it tried to bite me,” ethan replied, making mouse roll her eyes. “smart ass,” she muttered.

“what’s worse --- not being able to tell me and my sisters apart in baby pictures or my parents not being able to tell us apart ever?”