M.O.M. (loading the washing machine):
"Whatever. Nothing you're saying right now makes any sense."
Me (sitting at the dining room table, flipping through a magazine):
"Hey little dude, why don't you tell Mommy what else doesn't make any sense?"
Sippy Cup (sitting on the couch, watching cartoons):
"Ha! Your face doesn't make any sense Mom!"
Princess Teacup (sitting on the couch and pointing at the sky):
"You face!"
M.O.M.: "Wonderful. Are you proud of yourself?"
Me: "Yes. Yes I am."
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