You realize you’ve misheard your daughter. There’s actually a mobster under her bed.
BADA BING BADA BOOM
I’M SLEEPIN HERE
(Turns on nightlight)
Voice from Under Bed: Eeeyyyyyyy pally what’s da big idea
(Parent looking around room)
Voice from under bed: “Fuggedabout it”
“You didn’t see nothin’“
Y’all joke, but my grandmother grew up in a house that was previously affiliated with the mob. Apparently her mother was not one to turn anyone away, so my grandma, at six years old, once came downstairs to see a man in a suit sitting at her kitchen table, fucking tommygun in his lap, eating a slice of apple pie.
Oh… Well that escalated quickly