- baby: d-d-d-d
- dad: daddy?
- baby: destroy capitalism
- karl marx: nice
waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
having siblings is weird bc like one minute u want to strangle them with their own intestines and then later ur singing dramatic duets together
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number