Since the night her husband took their son and daughter to that old witch's house and came back with a pair of parrots gifted by the witch, it only took two days for Manman to discover that her home now had two more miniature demons. Together with her son and daughter, that made for four little rascals bouncing around the house daily.
No mother could ignore such a scene.
Especially when these two cloned little devils, already corrupted by their little owners, would fly to the "dark mom's" ear from morning as soon as "dark mom" was awake, chattering incessantly:
"Xixi said not to eat tomatoes today, he hates tomatoes."
"Nana ate potatoes yesterday and said she didn't want potatoes today, wants tomatoes."
"Xixi said he doesn't want to eat tomatoes."
"Nana said she wants tomatoes, people who don't like tomatoes are stupid."
"Xixi is not stupid, Nana is like a little old man, will get depression."
