She's right behind me, isn't she?

Mommy calls it her Pile O'Girlies, but I just call it stalking if I'm honest.

Oh, Willow, you're missing the sprouts...

Yeah, I'm mean. Your point?

I don't know why she is so stressed...

Willow and I offered to help with the food prep for Thanksgiving but Mommy said no.

She is STILL not wrong...

She is OH SO RIGHT. Love you, Miss Lisa.

It is not my fault...

...that Mommy is making that face. Not this time, anyway.