wow my brother was telling me this joke and he said
"if you’re fighting with a woman and she pulls a knife on you, just pull out the bread and cheese and meat and her womanly instincts will kick in and she’ll just make you a sandwich"
then all of a sudden our mom emerges from the kitchen holding a huge ass knife and she approaches my brother asking “sorry what was that?” and he started screaming
100000000 points to mom.
Percy was cranky - cranky enough to act like he was the four year old instead of his little sister jumping up and down on her bed. He pouted as he sat on the edge of the mattress, bouncing a little with every leap she made.
“No sleep! No sleep! No sleep! No sleep!” Hannah sang, like it was a mantra of the Toddler Rebellion.
He had tried everything short of tying her to the bed - from turning on some soft music, giving her a warm glass of milk to drink, to (trying to) read to her. None of it worked, and Percy was about ready to give up.
It was only then that Annabeth appeared, like an angel on high, looking slightly amused with the way her lips coiled when she saw him and his failure.
“What do we have here?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe to Hannah’s bedroom.
“Awake! Awake! Awake!” Hannah scream-sang.
Percy’s voice cracked. “Why isn’t she taking her nap? Because when she takes her nap, I take my nap!” His head jostled when Hannah clutched him by the shirt, demanding that he jump with her.