This morning before breakfast, I went in the girls' bedroom and made my usual public service announcement: "Get dressed, make your beds, and do.not.talk." The do not talk part might sound mean, but really it's only my feeble attempt to get them down to maybe 300 words per minute rather than 3,000.
Then I heard, from a little blond girl in footie pajamas, "I'm melting, I'm meltingggggg..." >giggle giggle giggle<
I thought about waiting around to hear, "All my bee-yoo-tiful wickedness...what did I ever do to you?" but instead beat a hasty retreat. It's best to know when you're defeated.