“Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.”
“What.”
“I need you to fix my bracelet.”

I fixed the bracelet. Which was to string a rubber band through an insanely small hook. Done.

“Mommy. Mommy.”
“What.”
“You pulled the green one through. Not the blue one. This isn’t how it goes.”

It’s 1:54 am. I may have actually growled.

Would you believe I fixed the bracelet?!
Everyone. To bed.

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