T: what? Are they ok?… Where are they all coming from? Are you keeping track of them? Are they ok? Are they getting into trouble?
M: everything is fine
T: but they’re coming in. How are they doing it? Are they crawling through the window? Why are they wriggling like that? What? What? What? You need to keep track of them.
M: stiffling giggles
T: stop. You’re being mean. I’m trying to sleep.
M: I love you
T: no. Stop it. You’re wrong.
M: nope I love you. It’s not gonna change.
T: but. But. But…. Leave me alone. I’m sleeping.