5’s excuse for not going to sleep last night was that he has the hiccups.
He didn’t hiccup.
He didn’t fake-hiccup.
He just stated that he “has the hiccups”.
The grass in my backyard is growing flowers which means I am either really good or really bad at taking care of my yard.
Cats don’t understand movie/TV production, so they must just think some WILD shit happens outside of one window in our house.
4 completely accepts that Santa Clause is real, but his mouth drops every time I remind him that his Grandma is my mom.
Sometimes 6 is smart like her mom and other times she gets her head stuck in the footboard of her bed when she’s supposed to be sleeping.
I always forget that Justin Bieber is Canadian, and then I remember that one of his biggest hits was called “Sorry”.