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Morning
Overheard from the kitchen:
(exasperated) "Will you give me back that plate?!?!"
"What plate?"
"The plate you're holding!"
"I don't see any plate."
"I can see it in your hand!"
Me: "Will you two stop being siblings at each other???"
"No. And it's your fault, you know."
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is, mom."
"Nope. Your dad did that."
"Are you trying to tell me you didn't do anything?"
Me: ...
"Really? You did nothing at all."
"... I laid back and thought of England."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, MOM!"
(exasperated) "Will you give me back that plate?!?!"
"What plate?"
"The plate you're holding!"
"I don't see any plate."
"I can see it in your hand!"
Me: "Will you two stop being siblings at each other???"
"No. And it's your fault, you know."
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is, mom."
"Nope. Your dad did that."
"Are you trying to tell me you didn't do anything?"
Me: ...
"Really? You did nothing at all."
"... I laid back and thought of England."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, MOM!"