Sometimes, my kids do things that confuse me.
For example, they would insist that the microphone be fixed (when it's not working) and I use it so as to "protect your (mine) throat and voice" (in their words, not mine k).
You must be thinking "Aww... what sweet and thoughtful children."
But wait! It would only be a few moments later when they start to invite me to scream my head off at them (I jest, just in case someone thinks I'm really abusing them) for the ruckus that they're creating.
For example, they would insist that the microphone be fixed (when it's not working) and I use it so as to "protect your (mine) throat and voice" (in their words, not mine k).
You must be thinking "Aww... what sweet and thoughtful children."
But wait! It would only be a few moments later when they start to invite me to scream my head off at them (I jest, just in case someone thinks I'm really abusing them) for the ruckus that they're creating.
Dear children, in the words of Adam Lambert, What Do You Want From ME?!
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