so, we arrive home from shopping with bags of stuff to carry upstairs.
me: [ does a fabulous impression of the husband being all martyr-like with 8357902375 bags in my hands ] NO NO IT'S OKAY I'LL CARRY EVERYTHIIIIIING MYSELF
15 year old: oh, are we roleplaying now?
me: yes. yes we are.
15 year old: awesome. we're LARPing!
me: [ gives her the
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