Mommy running out of juice

Daddy: Hey, Mason. What’s up? What are you looking at?

Mason: I think Mommy is running out of juice.

Daddy: No, she isn’t. I just bought a new carton. It’s in the fridge.

Mason: No, I mean, I think she is really tired. You know, running on fumes, wiped out, worn out, drained,…pooped.

Daddy: What are you talking about? Mommy is fine.

Mason: I think she could drift off to sleep at any moment.

Daddy: Nah…

Daddy: Oh…yeah, you’re right.

Mason: Told you.