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.
