Mom's lap

 Trying to text a friend and the nightly battle for moms lap begins... Oscars like, “Excuse me brother, I was here first. Wait your turn!" and Charlie's like, "I can't hear you!"

When you are trying to talk to your sister on your phone and there is a hundred pound Saint in your lap and a hundred pound hound laying on your chest. Who declared dog pile on mom? Mom can’t breathe!

#lapdogs

Thanks Charlie for sparing me an additional hundred pounds!