“Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.”
“I need you to fix my bracelet.”
I fixed the bracelet. Which was to string a rubber band through an insanely small hook. Done.
“You pulled the green one through. Not the blue one. This isn’t how it goes.”
It’s 1:54 am. I may have actually growled.
Would you believe I fixed the bracelet?!
Everyone. To bed.