I'm supposed to be the baby.
If I am the baby, why am I the one doing the laundry?
Want to know what's worse? Look at this:
It belongs to this one:
At least I'm just washing her dress, and not her panties. Ugh. I'm stickin' with the diapers as looong as possible.
On, and this other sister of mine:
See what she's doing here?
My toys. Mine! That's what Santa and the Easter Bunny teamed up to bring ME. But no, I don't get to play. I'm here:
And when I'm done here, there is more work to do:
it's a good thing i have Smithers the robot, to help me.
What is up with that?