As I typed that last post, Arianna blew raspberries on my arm and then laughed so hard at it that she started snorting.
She did the same thing a few days ago, when my grandma agreed that our family is run by an iron-fisted matriarch. And all she could say after was “matriarch” and then she started laughing again.
I’m basically living with a kindergartener stuck in an adult’s body.
At least it’s never boring around here.