Bob Peale
angeli ribelli
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Apparently, things (no pun intended) just weren't interesting enough with my illustrious progeny - they decided to ensure that they end up in boarding school by three.
First off, Thing 2 has decided that he no longer needs a nap. Thing 1 tried this also, but the child has no stamina - put on a PBS documentary and he's out like a light.
But not his brother; oh no.
The first day, apparently Thing 2 managed to wake Thing 1 up long enough to solicit his help in redecorating their room. From what we have been able to piece together, one anchored the other to the side of the crib so that said child could remove the wallpaper border frpm the wall. Not content to stop there, they then proceeded to climb up on the dresser and separate the backs from all the picture farmes hanging on that wall.
When I got home, my wife said simply, "They are the devil."
Day two, after the discovery of the PBS antidote, Thing 2 decided that maybe my wife wasn't "getting it". So he pried up the heating register and began dropping legos into the heating and air conditioning duct until he was liberated.
Day three, my wife thought, "Maybe we'll just go out back until he tires." I found her, at 5:00pm, sprawled on the lounge chair with young Master Thing doing cartwheels off the top of his Little Tikes truck.
Needless to say, he no longer naps.
Not to be outdone, Thing 1 has decided that his blanket is no longer acceptable to sleep with.
Because it has ducks on it.
And the ducks have eyes.
And they keep looking at him.
First off, Thing 2 has decided that he no longer needs a nap. Thing 1 tried this also, but the child has no stamina - put on a PBS documentary and he's out like a light.
But not his brother; oh no.
The first day, apparently Thing 2 managed to wake Thing 1 up long enough to solicit his help in redecorating their room. From what we have been able to piece together, one anchored the other to the side of the crib so that said child could remove the wallpaper border frpm the wall. Not content to stop there, they then proceeded to climb up on the dresser and separate the backs from all the picture farmes hanging on that wall.
When I got home, my wife said simply, "They are the devil."
Day two, after the discovery of the PBS antidote, Thing 2 decided that maybe my wife wasn't "getting it". So he pried up the heating register and began dropping legos into the heating and air conditioning duct until he was liberated.
Day three, my wife thought, "Maybe we'll just go out back until he tires." I found her, at 5:00pm, sprawled on the lounge chair with young Master Thing doing cartwheels off the top of his Little Tikes truck.
Needless to say, he no longer naps.
Not to be outdone, Thing 1 has decided that his blanket is no longer acceptable to sleep with.
Because it has ducks on it.
And the ducks have eyes.
And they keep looking at him.