moms are slaves to short people. tiny little beings who bark orders as well as any drill sergeant. they may say 'please' but it is not in the form of a question.
oh, look! mom's about to sit down-- "Juice, please!"
it is obvious to any mother that sitting is an unacceptable pass time. as soon as your butt hits the chair, the requests pour in. "hey, mom, wanna play a game?" "hey, mom, wanna go outside?" "hey, mom--may i have milk PLEASE!" "hey, mom, what are you doing?" "Hey, mom, can i watch a movie?" "hey, mom--why are you rocking back and forth in the fetal position with your arms covering your head?"
The little Nero's are in charge.
It's exhausting.
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