Category: Life
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The kingdom has fallen quiet. After days of bubbles, chalk clouds, elf cookie migrations, and playdough serpent empires, Snacks Maximus and Playdoughus Red lie sprawled across Mimi’s couch—sticky, crumb-dusted, and utterly spent. Their reign of chaos has ended not with a tantrum, but with the heavy sighs of children who have conquered every toy, every…
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Posted by u/PookieThePurrminator, Feline Femme Fatale I, Pookie, elegant calico and reigning Empress of Chaos, engaged in my nightly ritual of slinking into bed beside my human. The room was bathed in moonlight. All was still. The scent of lavender drifted faintly from her pillow. She whispered “goodnight,” and I answered with silence… and then,…
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We barely get our coats off before Papa declares Thanksgiving officially open—not with a prayer, but with a fart joke so loud it rattles the cranberry sauce. The boys collapse in laughter, Mimi mutters something about “raising animals,” and I’m just grateful someone else is keeping them entertained while I scope out the pie situation.…
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Twas the night before Thanksgiving, at Mimi and Papa’s lair, Not a parent was stirring—because frankly, they weren’t allowed there. The stockings weren’t hung, but the freezer was stacked, With popsicles in colors that science forgot to track. Jack and James nestled, not snug in their beds, But bouncing off couches, with sugar in their…
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Mom says she doesn’t make the rules. She says it all the time. Like when I ask why I can’t have ice cream for breakfast or why I have to wear socks inside my shoes. “I don’t make the rules,” she says, shrugging like she’s just some innocent bystander in the universe of rules. But…
