talk about dysfunctional. there are 8 members in this family. 2 won't sit. 1 won't share. 1 doesn't get enough sun. 2 tear at each other on sight. the woman won't stop. the man has no clue. welcome to my family.
just when the woman is lying on her side with her head propped on one hand, huffing and puffing about another Bak Bak turd soccer practice, he comes sliding through the cosy nook between her elbow and ear to brush her on the cheek. is that how to get out of detention? you bet!
from the same bag of tricks, he pulls this one to thaw Papa's initial subzero welcome: