“No. No. NO. Do not bother your sister. She is sleeping.”
“STOP SCRATCHING THE COUCH! THE SCRATCHING POST IS RIGHT. THERE.!!!!”
“Stop smelling your sister’s ass.”
“Stop eating your sister’s food.”
“Get OFF the screen! I know bugs/birds are fun but you’re gonna break through and hurt yourself.”
“Why are you crying?”
…
“You are so adorable.”
“Do you want me to scratch your belly?”
“Do you want me to scratch your ears?”
“Do you wanna type something?”
“Are you gonna get that birdie? Are you gonna bite that birdie’s HEAD off?! Huh, are ya!?”
“[Any one of the three girls' names goes here], you’re in charge today while we’re gone.”
Sounds exactly like what my parents would say to us.
How about “It’s the middle of the night. Can’t the three of you find a better time to play TERRORIZE THE ENTIRE HOUSE WITH YOUR THUNDERING HERDING THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM AS YOU STALK ONE ANOTHER???!”
At least, that’s what may or may not have been repeated daily at my house growing up. To the cats, I mean.
Avi - You smell your sister’s bum. You’re gross.
Liss - EXACTLY!!
You forgot, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” as they gnaw on the plants.