"Mommy, we need tattoos. When can we go get one?"
David (from downstairs): "Madeleine, can you bring me a shirt?"
Madeleine (to me): "I can't bring daddy a shirt. I have to go potty. He is just going to have to deal with it."
Me: "Can't everyone pick up their stuff and stop making more work for me??!?"
Madeleine: "Welcome to my world mommy."
