Friday, December 02, 2005
Worn Down Into A Tiny Nub
Man I am tired. It is 7:40 and all I can think about is going to bed. I know from experience that going to sleep now will just mean I am up at 3am so I will blather on here instead. Today was "one of those days." The kids endeavored to wear me into a tiny nub. And I must say the succeeded. There are only so many times I can answer questions like "What is a chair?" without hissing "You know damn well what a chair is!" For the record, there was no such hissing today.
But the day was not without bright spots. Maggie (pictured above) was, between fits, pretty funny. She likes to call Eion "little booty boy head." Where this name comes from I have no idea but he responds to it (something to tell his therapist in the future.) So she calls out to him, "Come on little little booty boy head" and they chase each other around in circles laughing.
And of course, there is the Maggie foot check. When getting undressed for bed each night, she gives a verdict on her feet. She pulls a foot to her nose and declares "stinky feet" or "no stinky feet." Trying to keep her from having a complex, I have argued with her in the past. "No Maggie, your feet aren't stinky." To which the response is " Stinky feet!" with a foot shoved in my nose. Unfortunately for my nose, she is right.