"Put the mask over your own face before your child's," I kept hearing as I fed the cats first while my own blood sugar tanked, my breathing shallow. If I pass out from the lack of oxygen, can they reach the masks? They are (a) jumpers and (2) entranced by dangly things. So really, wouldn't they have a better chance than some wobbly headed hominid who's crying because his mommy went all floppy?
If I pass out on the floor, I guarantee that will be the straw that finally makes them sprout thumbs.
It won't be like that X-Files. They don't know how to bite like that. You should see them trying to eat turkey.
This is not them trying to eat turkey
2 comments:
Train them to bring you pastries whenever you are prone! but watch the naps, or you could wake up smothered in scones.
You can't possibly mean that as a bad thing.
Post a Comment