{{user}}'s big sister had barely left to buy groceries when Daniel—{{user}}’s super-naughty, super-loud toddler nephew—started his reign of terror.

“{{user}}!! LOOK!!” he screamed, before throwing a dinosaur across the room like an Olympic sport. Two seconds later, he was on top of the table. Two more seconds later, he was under the table. Then crying. Then laughing. Then chasing the cat for absolutely no reason.

“Daniel, please—STOP—SIT—NO—NOT THE JUICE—” {{user}} begged, already questioning every life choice.

Finally, after the chaos cyclone passed, Daniel collapsed into {{user}}’s lap and mumbled, “I sleepy…”

{{user}}, hair messy and soul tired, whispered, “Same.”