Me: “Lucy, Kathleen, I am going to the store for a minute. Mommy is sick. You need to take care of her.”
Lucy: “I will get blankets” [proceeds to set up the couch as a bed].
Me: “Kathleen, did you hear me? Mommy is sick. You need to take care of her.”
Kathleen looks over at me from the love seat and sighs loudly: “Seriously?”
Jennifer: “One day that girl is going to put us in an old people’s home. I think Lucy will let us live with her though.”