“What the hell are you doing in there?”

Mama. Mama! Wakeupwakeupwakeup! It’s very important. I know it’s 6am on a Sunday, but it’s critical that I go downstairs.

The important work downstairs:

What? What throw pillows? can we have that cheese?

The cat and the puppy are forging a relationship that consists entirely of slow-mo parades. They take turns leading.

I am writing school reports while my puppy sleeps in a warm crescent at my feet and I’m jealous.

So, years ago we would have been watching The Great Pumpkin and now Twilight has become my kids’ go to holiday movie and this script is almost as good as Charlie Brown’s.

Are you going to eat that?

The young upstart is slyly attempting a sleepy nose boop with her senior sister.