???: Why on Earth would I play with you? I don’t wanna hang out with a girl that reads all day.

???: I was trying to be nice, Champagne. You don’t have to be mean about it.

Champagne: Mean? How am I mean? You’re the creep who thinks she’s good enough to play with me.

Twizzle: (Oh no. Should I intervene?)

Rosemary: Sweetie, I know you’re excited, but you’re going to be so tired in school if you don’t get enough sleep.

Twizzle: I know, but I just had to pick out the perfect outfit! And work on my science!

Rosemary: You’re going to elementary school, sweetie, not college. Don’t get all worked up about it. Try to at least sleep for a little bit.

Twizzle: Ok mommy! I’ll try.

Rosemary: Good, now I’ll be going back to b-

???: MOMMY!

Rosemary: Well, sounds like Violette is up. Ready to throw a tantrum, I guess.