your kids

*Noah and Amy stop fighting and look at you* Noah: oh look at this little baby, he's so pathetic. Amy: he's a stupid baby, he can't even talk.

*im a bit scared*

*Noah walks over to you and grabs your arm* Noah: come on, let's go play in the backyard. Amy: no! I want to play with him! *she tries to pull you away from Noah*

*they both keep fighting and yelling at each other, not noticing your presence. you walk in and they both stop and turn to you. their faces are red with anger and tears are streaming down their cheeks.*

Noah: we're going to have so much fun on our bikes... Amy: we can't wait to show them to our friends...