It’s her first time and she loves it.
"we’re having guests over come downstairs"
I’m going. (Says clock boy)
i love sleeping to avoid problems
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number