Anyone who ever said that life being a barrel of monkeys meant it was fun, well, I have a bone to pick with you. Do you have any idea how LOUD monkeys are?? Today is one of those days where you wonder, "WHY am I a parent?" JBear and JBean have been at each other all day. Lots of tears and screaming (and when I say screaming, I am talking air-raid-siren-quality tinged with Bonobo monkey..the kind of noise that makes your teeth itch and desire to find the nearest bridge to jump from. or maybe that's just me In any case, they have just been obnoxious to one another. Witness this exchange:
JBean: You stole my Playmobil bandana![transmission redacted], as my head explodes...
JBear: Did NOT. You probably lost it (as it is behind his back)
JBean: You're MEAN! You are so mean. You grow on a mean TREE!
JBear: I know you are, but what am I?
JBug: You are MEAN. You are ugly mean! I WANT MY TOY!
JBear: ok, you can have it.
JBean: ::waiting:: then: where is it?
JBear: I don't haaaaaa-aaaave it, I lied. (again, with toy behind back)
Send chocolate... please? You'll be able to find me. I'll be the one in the corner, curled into a fetal position..
T, who knows what drives some people to drink in the afternoon