"I know thaaat. What, you think I don't know that?? I was sitting right over there WATCHING you while I waited for my turn." *eye roll* Like I don't know you just made the bed... Thanks for the newsflash there, Mama!"
"Hey! Attitude...!"
"What 'attitude'? I was just saying what was already obvious..."
"Well, the only thing that's obvious to me right now... Day, is that I have to make the bed..... again."
"More like you get to make the bed again..."
"Do you really think I actually love making the bed, Day??"
"More like I think you love makin' me happy, Mama!"
"So, l make the bed... repeatedly..... and that makes you happy?"
"Well... YOU get to make the bed YOUR way, then I get to make the bed MYYY way and THAT..... brings me joy, immense joy act'lly!"
"It might bring you joy... it brings me work!"
*shrug* "You know what they say, one mamas work is a handsome hounds joy....."
"Nice try. And anyhow, how does all that wrinkled, scrunched up messiness not bother you??"
"What messiness??! Look at me, I'm smooooothin' out the sheets here even as we speak!"
"Okay, clearly we've come to a bed-making impasse here. So, how about we try this for today... let's just say my bed-making work is done and you are in charge of your own napping comfort for the rest of the day. Sound fair?"
"That's not fun!"
*shrug* "You know what they sa-ayyy... one hounds un-fun....."
"Mamas are so unfair... grumble, grumble.....
