Torture, I say!

I. Don’t. Understand. The children are back… Why?? I was wondering why the presence of the Barbie dolls and high chair persisted even after they left. Great, now I have to return to hearing the mother’s insatiable happiness and the troublemakers’ piercing screams which could shatter glass. I don’t blame them, though. If I had her as a grandmother persistently chasing me around, I would shriek for help and/or be one BITTER baby.