(Art by Krocodillian)

You come home after a long day of work. As you enter, the warm embrace of your home is interrupted by the racket of your thirteen, three month old, goblin playing.

You always counted to make sure. Eleven were surrounding your worse and two were in her arms about to sleep.

“H-Hello, my love.” She said with a smile as she tried to speak over the racket.

What do you do?