I'm am so sorry about all the abuse you are forced to endure. It must be rough on your delicate constitution to have two ruffians constantly jumping, pounding, wrestling, and abusing one another all over your surface.
I'm sorry that after you have been neatly made, blankets smoothed to perfection a little boy decides to disrobe you, spill his sippy cup of chocolate milk on you, and occasionally have an accident on you. The conditions you are forced to endure are horrible.
I am also sorry that you double as a movie theater. That your maximum occupancy is always exceeded as 11 people try to squeeze on. That giggles irrupt during the quiet moments of napping and your true purpose in life is rarely achieved.
I apologize that you are used as a shield or a fort. That every pair of socks in the house is balled up and hurled across the room at wild children as you stand firm offering protection.
I hope you can endure just a little bit longer. They will grow up and then it will be just us again, but then again... life would be so boring without them. Good thing they will bring back grandchildren and it will start all over again.
with droopy eyes,