Finally, I can quit my job ... almost.
Perhaps if Lori had mentioned the health insurance aspects of my job to Annabel, she'd have figured out the national healthcare crisis.
ANNABEL: Where's mommy going?
LORI: You know where she's going, Annabel. She's going to work.
LORI: So she can take care of you.
LORI: So you can have food to eat and a place to sleep with nice warm blankets.
You don't want to sleep outside, do you?
ANNABEL: Yes I do. I wanna sleep OUTSIDE!