Now whose fault is THAT?

Conversation over breakfast this morning:

"Something something something, blah blee bloo."

"Now whose fault is that?"

"Yours, obviously."



*fake menace* "Whoooose?"

"Fine. Mine. It's my fault."


"Wait a minute. Why is it my fault?"

"I don't know. What are we even talking about?"

And if you're wondering, yes, we took that ridiculous picture right after we realised that we're stooopidu. And yes, I always wake up looking like a panda.