What do you do when you hear thunder and your mom is busy loading the dishwasher and can't pick you up?
Why, you crawl in the dishwasher, that's what!
And your siblings come and ask you why mom is letting you sit in the dishwasher, but she won't let them lick the stuff in there, so what makes you so special, and Mom always did like you best. And you say, "Yeah? So?" You do this because you really don't care right now.
Then you look at your mom and say "Hurry the heck up! What??? You're taking pictures when you could be holding me and making me feel better?"
I guess it's OK now, though. Mom finished the dishes and we're cuddled on the couch. Well, us and the laptop.
I feel another stressful night coming on. I hope I'm wrong! GAH!