"Don't touch me!"
"What you going to do?"
"Deeeeeennnnnnissss!"
"Yarrrrgh"
These are the sweet sounds that guide me to sleep at night.
The night isn't complete without one essential component: Sissy fighting.
There is no crime that isn't worth a couple of slaps to the face. Shoes put in the wrong place? A badly timed fart? Slap some retribution into your roommate. In this case the crime was : boredom. Ah, how boredom creates some of america's best time-burners. Television, internet entertainment, blogging, nachos, and of course the ultimate form : napping.
Still, watching these two go about it like monkeys fighting for a plastic banana, I can't help but wonder how parents keep their sanity. These two are college students, granted in this case you can't tell. I can't imagine dealing with this slapping fistycuffs in the movie theater, in the mall, at the restaurant. It is no wonder my mom has developed a voice that defrosts frozen chicken, and a finger strength of a pair of pliers. And lord help me, I will probably do the same.
I laugh when I think of the educational level I am at now, and eventually with my own little spawn, what educational level I will display!
"What the monkey is the matter with you!!!! This is not a gymnasium!! This is a restaurant!! People eat here!!!! Food is not for mashing into your brother's face!!!!! Yarrrrrrgh!!!"
Brilliant
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