Noah: Ok! DROP CHARLIE! D:
Me: Oook! *le lets go of the make-shift contraption*
Noah:
Me:
*SPLAT*
Noah: D:
Me: D,:
Noah: *runs over and grabs charlie* HE MIGHT BE OK!
Me: *running down stairs* D: is Charlie ok?!
Noah: *pulls out bag with exploded Charlie* Er... CHARLIE SPLODED!
Me: D: NOOO! CHARLIE!!! *fake tear*
Noah: Well, he died an omelet.
Me: .... I noticed.
Noah: Oh well, at least we tried.. *sniff*
Me: We are horrible parents...
