Third floor common room, Sunday evening

[captainliberty]

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.


[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

Comments

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"My Dad tried to make waffles this morning," Dean shared.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's really trying not to giggle. "Is he old enough to use the stove?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I stopped him before he got that far. Though there was the makings of batter covering.... pretty much every surface but the ceiling."

[fates_jaye]

"Tell me you got pictures of that, too," she says.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nah. He and Sammy got into one of their fights right after and I got distracted. You'd think that Dad turning into a kid would change that, but not so much."

[fates_jaye]

"Aww. How could you, Dean? Priorities!"