Ugh, I hate getting here late... So much stuff goes on.
*Spots girls crawling away after the conga line. Oh no you don't you three...
*Snatches Tabby and Kelly and Ann, placing them in the care of their mother.
We're getting while the getting's good.
Sorry I couldn't be here for the funeral... *Aside: Though I thought as much would happen.
OK, we're headed on out to the pizzeria for dinner, at least there'll be some normacy there. And no danger of my three girls being near that blue aunt thing.