This is the real deal. Here's how it goes...
The Foster kids get up. Whenever.
I tell them to get up and get dressed. They respond, "Eh."
I'm informed that those are fingernails and toenails.
"Duh, Mom. That doesn't even look like rice."
"Well. Why didn't you clean it up?!"
"I thought about pushing it off onto the floor. But, I didn't."
And then, because the day has been so exhausting already, they got back to bed.
Just keepin' it real. For the love.