Wilson: *sighs and lays down*
Chelsea: *Feels bad, invites the fat sausage up onto couch. Continues where she lefts off once Wilson is settled*
Wilson: Hey Hey mom, whats that on the screen? *puts head on laptop* Wooooww, look at all them words you are typing. Can I.....Can I lick them? *attempts to lick screen, screen now has dog slobber on it*
Wilson: *big puppy eyes* You look stressed, Study Break?
Chelsea: *grumbles* You win.
Grandma: *laughs like crazy in the background*