(scene opens in morning parlor)
Me: (comes downstairs to collective cheers of MOM!) Hey guys. Beta, come here.
(scene changes to kitchen)
Me: (opens fridge, hands Beta large styrofoam cup) I thought it was going to be a can or 1-liter, but it’s a root beer. I ordered cheese fries last night and got you a rootbeer ’cause the pizza places never have them. It might be flat. Sorry about that.
Beta: That’s okay, mom. I’ll –
Alpha: (suddenly appears) Did I hear someone say cheese fries?
Me: (hands Alpha a styrofoam box) Here’s the last of them. I couldn’t finish them all.
(Gamma and Delta run in, chanting “Cheese Fries!”)
Me: Christ! I’m not awake yet! (rubs face) Alpha, could you share a little of your fries? Like I’m sharing with you?
Alpha: (resigned) Sure.
(twenty minute montage of arguing over cheese fries and lamenting not enough cheese fries and wanting moar cheese fries)
Me: (head in hands over cooling coffee) For the love of… I should have thrown them out. Why do you make me regret the things I do for you guys?
Gamma: Because we like food.
Delta: Because I’m five.
Beta: (smugly slurping root beer) Wow, when did he get self-aware?
Me: He’s always been more self-aware than the rest of you. Maybe you guys could go somewhere and let me have my coffee in peace?