The Sprouts have been squealing with either joy or rage all day.
Little Sprout doesn't like her wardrobe choices, and keeps trying to change.
Big Sprout doesn't see the need for any kind of personal hygiene, and is very frustrated with my insistence on clean Sprouts.
Now Mighty Cat has usurped my place on the bed.
Somehow, work is looking like a place I really do want to be after all....