It’s breakfast time. M&M is amusing herself in a non-food manner in her highchair. Dot is sitting at the table, food in front of her, not quite into the eating groove yet. I am bustling around the kitchen trying to make my own breakfast.
Dot screeches “something is hurting me!”
And grabs her crotch.
She begins digging into her pants furiously itching, or scratching, or something.
“Oh, the drama…”
I say with a sigh. It’s too early for this.
“No, the drama queen is in my panties!“