Tuesday, February 10, 2009

The hamper ate my Papa

Before going to work this morning, I thought I´d drop a subtle, yet humorous, hint for Angie that I needed my jeans washed. Not surprisingly, Peter and David got up before Mama and discovered the jeans. To put it calmly, they freaked out. What you see here is post-spas when they finally accepted that the hamper monster had not ripped off Papa's torso for breakfast.

I was quite happy that the kids would have shown some concern had I actually been gobbled up by the laundry reaper. The whole ordeal, though, made me wonder if Angie had ever had a bad childhood experience involving a hamper? It would at least explain her fear of them. I'll have to ask her one day - just not this year.

At work, Angie called with the lovely news that Peter had been sick all afternoon. I left an hour early to take him to the doctor's, only to find out that they would not see him until tomorrow morning. Thanks, Doc.

We gave Peter some fever medicine and in about ten minutes he went from Sicko the Slug to Peter the ping-pong. I let him bounce around the walls for a little while and then put the boys to bed. As I tucked Peter in, he announced that he wanted to have a sister and asked how long it would take. I laughed and tried to explain the concept of hell and things freezing over, but he had already switched subjects and was telling me how glad he was that the hamper monster had not eaten me. Me, too, buddy...me, too.
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When we did this by yours the animal center in your room.
David: When we go home in our house.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I was sick all day.
David: When we go to Dalia's not.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play Peter the Hunchback.
David: When we go to Dalia's house.

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  1. I love the picture.

  2. The best pranks involve traumatizing kids and preying on girls' irrational fears of inanimate objects. Well played, sir. Well played.