Toddlers: +3 against everything

[_nightwing_]

Three and a half year old daughter vs. fridge lock.

Guess who wins.

We didn't need that butter anyway, right? Or the milk. And hey, the cat'll be fine having eaten most of it, as long as she plans on rolling around to wherever she needs to go for the foreseeable.

Roy, stop laughing, you asshole.

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[_black_canary_]

Roy's not the only one laughing.

[_nightwing_]

That goes triple for you, in that case.

[_black_canary_]

Lemme think about that.

Mmmm ... nope. It's still funny.

Make Roy tell you about Lian and the pork chops.

[_nightwing_]

I'm telling you, frozen meat?

HURTS.

I considered adding it to my gear, but you know what summer's like around here.

[_black_canary_]

Yeah. Stinky.

[_nightwing_]

Still, it'd give a whole new meaning to T-boning someone.

[oracle_watching]

You're not laughing. You're cackling.

Honey, I think Gypsy just threw up next to the couch.

[_nightwing_]

CAN'T HEAR YOU

HIDING IN BASEMENT PERSONAL CAVE

[oracle_watching]

You realize you're trying to hide from me in a building where I memorized the blueprints and designed the surveillance system?

[_nightwing_]

It's not technically hiding if I TELL you where I am.

[oracle_watching]

Yes, I remember the explanation you gave Mary on the subject when she was playing "covert" by draping a hand towel over her head and then wandering around the place shouting, "MOMMY! DADDY! I'M HIDING!"

Would you please come back up here and help clean this up?

[_nightwing_]

Well, you gotta give the kid props for being honest in her deception.

She'll never be a politician.

Okay, okay. Five minutes.

[oracle_watching]

Thank you, sweetie.