Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Messy People

I came home from work and played with the boys at the playground. David got around 200 splinters in his foot and Peter bashed his toe on a rock. Yay, isn't the playground fun? You guys wanna go juggle hammers next?

I am not a neat freak, but messy people have always creeped me out. It has gotten better since having kids; they will certainly cure you of any delusional fantasies of cleanliness. As we sat down to dinner, though, I almost bumped my head on a small grouping of what can only be described as red "clumps" stuck on the wall. It looked like brain splatter, only in 3-D. Concerned, I asked Angie what it could be. "Tomatoes. From lunch," she explains without even looking up. OK, never mind the obvious question of why the hell we are now storing leftovers on the wall - at what point in time, exactly, are we planning to actually clean it up? I only ask this because, as I write, the cute little wall snack is still ripe for picking - is the plan to continue adding other tasty morsels until we have a terrain fit for indoor rock climbing? As much fun as that would surely be, could we try to adhere to the minimum legal standards for health and hygiene? Thanks, sweetie.

When we moved into this apartment, Angie made the brilliant choice of picking white as the dominant color. White walls, white floors, white cabinets, white benches, etc. Hello? Two, soon to be three, boys terrorizing the house and you choose the Michael Jackson motif? Does it go well with the sofa made of fragile glass that will be most certainly be your next stroke of genius? Anyway, for dessert, the boys each got a bright red ice pop. Knowing what they do with tomatoes and how they obviously hate the walls, I kicked them out to the balcony. As you can see, David enjoyed his, despite losing more than half of it down his chin. Ok, I guess I still have a tinge of neat-freakness in me, but just look at that kid! Jesus! His chin is stickier than a big strip of fly paper. Yuck! Maybe we can scrub his chin on the tomato-based sandpaper Angie is growing on the dining room wall?

Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played Sebastian and there were two times a race and he was on my bike and said he's a taxi. He was super-quick, but I was the first one.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I stepped on the stone and Gizma scratched me and there's an owa on my foot.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: Same thing.

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