Jane and Alice insisted on wearing dresses today. Both looked as pretty as can be: Jane, with her unruly golden curls bouncing over her long purple dress; Alice, cute and innocent in yellow flowers.
Jane: Let's get Joan!
They are chasing our cat. Alice wields a tiny hockey stick. Jane brandishes a broom.
Jane: Let's get JOAAAAN!
Alice: git git Jo!
They have the poor cat cornered in a bedroom.
Me: Guuuys. Are you harassing the cat?
There is a long pause. They stare at me, wondering how much I've seen, and how much I believe them.
Jane: Dad. Go away.