Tuesday, August 19, 2008

David Kong

When I came home from work today I asked Angie how her day was. 'Long. Loud. Wild.' I can imagine; this picture was taken at lunchtime and David was already climbing up the walls.

Kika stopped by to babysit Angie today and they decided to take the boys to the toy store. I had the car, so eight legs hit the pavement for the hike.

The journey started with David whining that he did not want to walk. Not only that, the tiny prince demanded to be carried down the stairs in the stroller. Welcome to disappointment, David.

At the store, Angie bought a new Capt'n Sharky CD for the car. Since this has proven to be an effective way of keeping their yaps shut in the car, I found this to be a sensible purchase.

Next on Angie's shopping list was a policeman's costume. In hindsight, this was probably one of Angie's 'looks great on paper' ideas. The outfit included a police cap, handcuffs, a whistle, a nightstick, and a hand-held red stop sign. If you have been reading any of the stories about my boys, you will not be surprised by the chaos that followed these purchases.

As soon as the boys made it back home, they ripped open the bag from the toy store. Peter put on the police cap and began blowing the whistle as loudly as possible as David handcuffed himself to a chair. When Peter came to the rescue, David whipped out the nightstick and started beating Peter on the head and feet, Rodney King style. Angie was left holding the red STOP sign, which did very little good at that point.

I came home and was greeted by Karin and Christoph, who had stopped by to get arrested and beaten by the Johnson PD. They used my arrival as a convenient excuse to escape and got the hell out of Dodge.

The night ended in a total Peter meltdown. Exactly eight days ago, his stuffed bunny went missing. Although upset, we did have a replacement bunny that worked temporarily. The key word here being temporarily. Tonight was apparently his self-defined deadline for us to find his bunny.

He asked where it was. We explained that we had not yet found it. Then all hell broke loose. Sobs, Snot and Tears might be a cool title for a jazz rock band, but tonight that band was Peter and his record was stuck on a little tune called 'Bring Back My Bunny'.

The bunny episode finally passed, but it left Angie and me with an awareness of how Peter reacts to us replacing his loved possessions. If he ever gets a turtle for a pet and Angie accidentally flushes it down the toilet, we definitely will not try sneaking in a 'replacement' turtle. Or if we do, we won't do the switch-a-pet for any longer than eight days.
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I read the blog with you.
David: When Baba.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When we can't find my old bunny.
David: When Gizma scratch me. [Side note: for anyone wondering, our cat is not some monster that scratches David every day. He got one tiny scratch many months ago. This trauma has obviously stayed with him and continues to be his worst part of the day, every day]

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: I want to go to the zoo.
David: When I get Ladder Talk with Mama.

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