Setting the scene: Brynn is in her bed (imagine that!!) dead to the world. Of course Kevin is laying beside me equally dead.
Brynn: mumble mumble mumble TT (getting louder) mumble mumble mumble TT (louder yet) mumble mumble mumble TT
Kevin: What is the cat (TT) doing to her?
Me: Nothing, dork. He's laying on your hip. Duh.
Kevin and Brynn: Snore, Snore, Snore
That is my life in a nutshell. Everyone else is sleeping, yet talking to me and I am supposed to understand. No wonder I don't sleep.