My ears are RINGING. Like actually, physically, hurting from three-year-old chatter. Nonstop. All. Day. Long.

Mommy. Mommy. MOMMY! Baby Asher smells like pepperoni. Let me smell you. Oh! You smell like pepperoni too! Do you have a horse, Mommy? A real horse? Not a pretend horse, but a real one, with a mouth? What about goldfish? No, not the crackers. Real goldfish. The kind that swim. Why don’t we have fish in the house? Fish don’t eat people. Did you know that, Mommy? Sometimes big fish eat small fish, but they don’t eat people. It would be safe to have one. I wouldn’t let it hurt you. Or the baby … Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Where are  you going? What is that? What are you doing? What are you drinking? Is that juice? Can I have some? Why not?

Yes. It’s juice. Fermented juice. 

I’m exhausted.

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