Ella: Mom! Tell the dog to stop smelling my scrambled eggs!
Me: Wednesday, go lay down.
Dog: Moves back from Ella’s plate on the coffee table precisely 6 inches
Ella: MOM! She’s looking at my eggs!
Me: Wednesday! Go lay down.
Dog: Backs up another six inches.
Ella: MooooOOoooOooooooOoOoooOoM! Tell her to stop looking at me!
Me: Oh My God! If you two don’t stop it I’m going to loose my mind!