My Kids Are Evil

I think my kids have banded together and have a secret pact to get even with me for all those times I didn’t give them candy because it was too close to bedtime.

Because why else would they be so cute, happy, and hanging on to each other until I tell them I want to take their picture. Then miraculously, they hate each other and cannot stand the thought of being closer than 24 inches. The once adorable toothy grins turn into awkward fake expressions with a touch of insubordination.

They do it because they are holding a “chocolate Grudge”.

I’m sure of it.