Immediately upon coming in from another jaunt outside for which we spent no less than 15 minutes preparing for and no more than 15 minutes actually being outside, we were all set to have a nice peaceful cup of hot chocolate. The way it actually went down ended with me feeling like I just ran a small marathon and ready for a drink at 11 a.m. Such is this life.
---Naomi: I really want hot chocolate, with marshmallows in it.
Ana: I will put them in and you can have a spoon to eat them out.
Both girls: Ok YAY!!! We love marshmallows!
3 seconds into drinking the hot chocolate
Naomi: I need more hot chocolate. And marshmallows.
Bernadette: I need more hot chocolate, but no marshmallows. I just want cheese and crackers. But I won't dip the cheese, I will just dip the crackers. It tastes disgusting when you dip the cheese.
3 seconds later
Bernadette: I am done with my hot chocolate!!
Runs away without eating cheese or crackers.
Naomi: I need more hot chocolate. I just want marshmallows on the side
Pour her more hot chocolate. Give her more marshmallows.
Naomi: I just want hot chocolate. No marshmallows, I don't like marshmallows. Can I have more hot chocolate? OH! I see you already gave me some, I didn't see it there (chugs hot chocolate) now can I have more hot chocolate? (sings to herself: ♫ to the right the right to left to the left, now walk it by yourself♫) Did you hear me mom? Did you hear the song I was just singing? I am done with my hot chocolate.
Bernadette (runs back in): I got hot chocolate on my shirt, so I need a new one.
She goes to grab a shirt and runs out with a shirt.
Bernadette: Mom, is this a shirt?!?!?
She runs out before I can answer. But it was, in fact, a shirt.
Notice how thus far I was able to speak only once. There were no other openings for me to say anything.
At some point Bernadette came back out, not clad in the aforementioned shirt, but rather in a 6-12 month old's onesie. Good thing we're not going anywhere. Ever again.
Then we marched around the coffee table at least 30 times singing the Turtles Happy Together, replacing all the "You"s with "Lus" for Lucy. And everyone is happy. Albeit entirely insane.