Steve just came home after a very difficult day with son #1. Son #1 is demanding that my mom and I play a board game with them. He’s telling Steve we left him to rot on the couch all day. Apparently all care given today was sub-par from the nine year old perspective. (Reality: I’ve sat down twice today for about 5 minutes each time.) Steve says: Son, I think Grammy and Mom need a break from your tyranny for a few minutes. You need to let them cook dinner in peace.

This from the kid who I had to sponge bath today. Ew. ;)