#volt's shit

Morticia: …and she is a 'boy-mother'? Wednesday: Yes. Morticia: And that is to…treat sons like children without guidance, and expect an adult from daughters? Wednesday: Yes. Morticia: Interesting. *five minutes later* Enid: OMG I've finally found you—!! Enid: What is she doing? Morticia: I'm going to poison your mother, dear. Wednesday: >:)

Enid: "EW"?! Enid: Stop trying to ruin our arts and crafts date! Wednesday: … Wednesday: Enid. Those are our initials. Enid: …oh. Wednesday: Don’t act like it’s not your fault. You’re named like a grandmother. Enid: SaYS THE ONE NAMED AFTER HUMP DAY?!

Morticia: Now Enid, would you care for some Chinese take-out for dinner? Enid: You guys do take-out?? The Addamses: *stare* Wednesday: We’re not pilgrims, Enid.

Wednesday: We would like to purchase this dress. Cashier: *stares, pale in the face* W-We…?! Wednesday: Yes. We. She wants to wear dresses. Enid: Woof. Bork. Bork. Woof.  Wednesday: And as you can see, she is ten feet tall at the moment, and tore her favorite one for the full moon tonight. Enid: Woof. :(

*enid painting her nails* Morticia: She really is a lovely girl for you, Wednesday. Wednesday: Thanks. Morticia: But…, why the pastels? Wednesday: I can fix her.

Yoko: What are you doing? Enid: …sitting on her lap? Yoko: Not you. Yoko: Wednesday, why are you swinging your legs off the bench? Wednesday: Wednesday: Look. Away.