Mum, check this out, oh, nevermind, it's gone.
Mum picks up the bowl and spoon from the floor that the eldest one left there after eating, and finds 3 more stuffed under the sofa, puts them all in the sink...
Mum, what is, nevermind, I figured it out.
Mum picks up the clothes the little one took out of the draws in the bedroom and spread over the livingroom floor...
Mum, where is, oh, found it.
Mum wipes up the milk that the older one spilled while pouring a drink then goes hunting for the cup that was used which seems to have vanished. The location of the cup remains a mystery, but a sink full of other similar items are found throughout the house...
Mum, watch this, oh hang on, I messed it up.
Mum cleans up a pile of paper that has been cut into little perfectly symetrical pieces for reason unknown by the elder one, that the little one spread over the kitchen floor...
Mum, I, um, forgot, nevermind.
Mum trips over a new pile of clothes that the little one took out of the washing basket and dumped in the kitchen doorway...
Mum, why is, oh, duh, it's obvious, nevermind.
Mum refills the washing basket with the clothes and finds all the others that the older one has taken off and dumped haphazardly wherever he happened to be at the time, wonders how many more times he needs to change his clothes this day, and takes the basket out to the laundry...
Mum! Danny is, oh, its okay, he stopped now .
Mum starts to wash the dishes that she has managed to find...
Mum, should I, oh don't worry about it, I'll do this instead.
Mum spots the little one running through the house with a glass cup in his hands, rushes to stop him, swaps the cup for a toy he hasn't seen for a few days, which then gets examined in curiosity and thrown at his older brother, who screams in anger at the little one about it. Mum referees and seperates the kids, taking the little one into the kitchen with her...
Mum, can I have a, oh, there's none left.
Mum is now holding a panadine packet in her hand, not quite sure whether to swollow some or throw the box at the head her eldest son, who is finally settling to playing a game on his playstation but won't stop talking and asking weird questions and demanding that he have Mum's full attention and listen to him every time he opens his mouth; meanwhile the little one is now eating a piece of chocolate cake that he grabbed out of the older one's school lunchbox and spinning slowly in circles in the middle of the livingroom humming his own unique little tune and staring at the ceiling....
Mum, why doesn't this playstation game have music?
Mum, why do some games have this function and others don't?
Mum, why didn't the people that made this game do it this way? <insert long detailed explanation about the finer details of selecting different variations of car models, makes, colours, and performance abilities>
The little one has finally stopped his spinning and snuck up behing mum who is now sitting down with panadine in one hand and drink in the other...
Mum-mum!
Little one smacks mum in the side of the head with his empty sippy cup.
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