**JUST GOING TO PUT IT HERE IM NOT ACTUALLY A MOM AND THE TWO OTHER PEOPLE MENTIONED ARE MY FRIENDS OK 
**ALSO THIS IS A STORY THAT HALF-HAPPENED

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"Dave, what are you doing?" Crystal asked, seeing Dave poke a bit of cheese on the carpet. "It must die." He replied. Crystal facepalmed and picked up the piece of cheese. "It's not going to kill you-" Crystal started, but this was a mistake because Dave started yelling, "MOTHER THIS BIT OF FILTH IS DISGUSTING AND MUST DIE I AM SUFFERING." Andrew came down the stairs. "What's all the noise I'm trying to sleep." Dave started laughing at his father and said, "You're weak." Dave and Andrew proceeded to a fist fight, while Crystal stood there watching, still holding the bit of cheese. She sighed. "Dave, I think you need sleep." Dave stopped fighting with his father and stared at Crystal, before saying 5 simple words.

"Sleep is for the weak."

And all chaos broke loose.

Crystal and Andrew were yelling at Dave, telling him to sleep, with Dave protesting "I'm not weak!" "I don't need sleep!" "I'll sleep later!" 

Finally, Crystal, still holding the cheese, said, "Dave, if you don't sleep, I'll force-feed you this bit of cheese." Dave screamed. "NO NO NO PLEASE DON'T I BEG YOU." Andrew replied with a "Then go sleep." Dave muttered a "fine" and some other words that the parents pretended to not hear. Dave went up the stairs to his bedroom. Collapsing on the couch, Crystal sighed and said, "What a pain." Andrew nodded and also sat down. "Why do we put up with him." Crystal shrugged, then got up to throw out the cheese. When she entered the room, she found Andrew passed out on the couch. Mumbling something about idiots, she found a blanket and threw it at him. Then she went upstairs to check on Dave, whom she doubted was actually sleeping.

She was right.

Crystal opened the door and found Dave playing with a Shrek doll. Dave saw her come in and panicked. "Um, mother-" "Dave, do you want to sleep, or should I get the cheese?" Dave shook his head, terrified of the cheese. "Mother don't make me suffer like this." "I can make you suffer if I want. Now sleep!" Dave nodded and complied. Crystal mumbled an "I love you, but seriously, you need sleep." She turned off the light and went back to the living room. 

"The struggles of parenting an 8 year old," Crystal sighed. Then she looked at Andrew sleeping on the couch. "...And taking care of a trutle." 

Published by Crystal Lunar