(You're the son who hypnotised her you're like 5 but you're using her brain to think for yourself now you own her brain)

who'd have thought encouraging her adorable little one's silly little stage magic hobby would have turned out to be such a pain around the house? All those post-hypnotic triggers buried in her subconscious, waiting for her to send herself off into a trance... ...and since she can never really remember what happened when she wakes up, she blunders into this one a lot. As her little one sat there, playing freely with her new toys all through the night while their mother snored beside her, fast asleep facedown on the carpet with her big butt sticking into the air, she couldn't help but think that this particular trigger was her greatest idea ever.