There are no words. Other than, “oooeeevay, preteens!”
She kept poking at Charlie. I told her to quit; she didn’t. He told her to quit; she wouldn’t. Andy finally yelled, and she got mad. She said she hated us all. Then Andy stormed her, giving her no other option then to be giggly! She yelled, in a fit of laughter, “I hate you both!”
This explains so much! A little grouchy and a lot tired makes for a little preteen tornado!