[Setting: Our bedroom. Pan in to show Pam and Tad asleep, buried under the covers. Streetlights shine in through the windows, but the sun is not yet up. Listen in on the sounds of deep breathing. All of a sudden, the double doors to the bedroom fly open with a bang. Used to this type of entry, Pam and Tad stir but do not react.]
[Pan in on small person, struggling in the shadows with a large object as she approaches the bed.]
Small person: Ooof.
[Tad tosses and turns.]
Small person: Ughf. Ooof.
[Pam turns over.]
Small person, approaching Tad's side of the bed: Daddy?
[Silence]
Small person: Daddy? Daddy? Hey! Look at how much laundry is in my laundry basket!! We need to do laundry!!
So now I'm apparently living with Martha Stewart. Fabulous.
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