Holy Shrek!

Holy shit! When Angie told me she loved 'Shrek', I always thought she meant the movie.

The morning started out with a visit to the ear doctor for Peter. I had assumed it would be for some cosmetic ear reduction because come on - those things are HUGE! Angie explained to me later that it was to check his hearing. I tried to explain to Princess Fiona that he hears fine; he just doesn't listen. She didn't listen to me, though. Gee, wonder where the boy gets it?

When I got home from work, I found that a jungle pirate had slaughtered an elephant in our bed.
Sorry, let me try that again. When I got home from work, I found that a jungle pirate had SLAUGHTERED A FREAKIN' ELEPHANT in our bed! Sometimes, I really wonder what the hell Angie does all day, other than entertaining ogres of course? Luckily, Papa came to the rescue and tickled Dumbo's arch nemesis away.

Just when I thought my work was done, that pesky Shrek kid tried to sneak into our bedroom wearing a disguise.

'Mmmm...You look mighty familiar....Hey, wait a minute....Holy shit! ANGIE!'
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with Grams pirates.
David: When I played the chicken game.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When we go to the ear doctor's 'cause my ears are with water.
David: When you say me no play the chicken game no more.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play pirates.
David: When we play Mama, baby, Papa and that is all.