Monday, March 28, 2005
happy day after
happy day after
i got a lot of candy
i like the chocolate eggs
they are not real eggs
the bunny is not real
theo got chocolate to
the green grass tasted bad
i ate to much
my stomach hurts
but that is ok
monsa hand not biggy
happy day after
i got a lot of candy
i like the chocolate eggs
they are not real eggs
the bunny is not real
theo got chocolate to
the green grass tasted bad
i ate to much
my stomach hurts
but that is ok
monsa hand not biggy
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Just looking at them sitting in front of me can make anyone happy. On the table sat two large Easter baskets full of the best sugary goodness that Hershey's and the multitude of other candy makers can deliver nestled in a pile of artificial green grass. They were wrapped in color cellophane and tied with a bow. My wife always enjoyed Easter and it is a big fun day for us.
Next to the baskets were two small furry mounds. My two small monsters, and what were they doing? They were staring at the baskets with a ferel look that implied that if I looked away for one second trouble would occur. The fact that they were drooling was a sure sign of a desperate chocolate starved monster. The fact that I had just gave them a whole candy bar each seconds ago had no bearing. If there is chocolate available, then they are starving.
"Guys? You don't have plans to eat any of my candy now do you?"
They both looked up at me and with angelic faces spoke words that had no truth in them. "No! We have no plans to touch them..mutter mutter mutter"
Ah! The famous "mutter". Monsa hand thought that if he muttered the words real low that they became law and he was covered. Trouble is I did not allow him to mutter.
"WHAT!"
"I...I...I said we had no plans to touch them, but we may EAT them" He gave me a big smile and they both turned back to resume their vigil on the chocolate offerings in front of them.
Now I knew that my basket had no chance of survival if left out so with a flourish I picked the baskets up and walked to the fridge. The fridge with a monster proof lock on it. In the baskets went and with a click I locked them away.
"UGLY!!" Well with that thrown at me they hopped off the table and scurried into the other room. Most likely to try for the millionth time to get into the fridge. The place where our chocolate, fudge, and cocoa resides. He will never get past the lock, but he will also never, never, stop trying.
Next to the baskets were two small furry mounds. My two small monsters, and what were they doing? They were staring at the baskets with a ferel look that implied that if I looked away for one second trouble would occur. The fact that they were drooling was a sure sign of a desperate chocolate starved monster. The fact that I had just gave them a whole candy bar each seconds ago had no bearing. If there is chocolate available, then they are starving.
"Guys? You don't have plans to eat any of my candy now do you?"
They both looked up at me and with angelic faces spoke words that had no truth in them. "No! We have no plans to touch them..mutter mutter mutter"
Ah! The famous "mutter". Monsa hand thought that if he muttered the words real low that they became law and he was covered. Trouble is I did not allow him to mutter.
"WHAT!"
"I...I...I said we had no plans to touch them, but we may EAT them" He gave me a big smile and they both turned back to resume their vigil on the chocolate offerings in front of them.
Now I knew that my basket had no chance of survival if left out so with a flourish I picked the baskets up and walked to the fridge. The fridge with a monster proof lock on it. In the baskets went and with a click I locked them away.
"UGLY!!" Well with that thrown at me they hopped off the table and scurried into the other room. Most likely to try for the millionth time to get into the fridge. The place where our chocolate, fudge, and cocoa resides. He will never get past the lock, but he will also never, never, stop trying.
Friday, March 11, 2005
"Now sit there and do not say one word."
My dear wife was not just talking to me, but to all three of us. Monsa hand, Theo and I were quietly sitting there as she walked towards the fridge.
"Now look guys. I would not eat worms and you know better to believe half the stuff "biggy" tells you. Right?
They simply nodded and kept quiet.
She reached into the fridge and brought out a bag of baby carrots. The type she likes to prepare in the vegetable steamer. She also withdrew a whole carrot. Green stem and all.
"Now this is a carrot. You have seen bugs bunny eat them all the time. Right?"
They silently nodded.
"Now this is simply a bag of small baby carrots. They are not worms. You know what that means?"
They slowly nodded but I could tell they were not totally convinced. It was at this moment that I knew I would be on the couch that night.
I leaned down and in a whisper that even my dear wife could hear said the words that got me in the dog house "It means that she stole those baby carrots from their sad mommies. Then she eats them"
Theo's one eye got real large and she made a fast look towards my wife
"Baby eater?!?! Arggghhhh" and she took off like a rocket towards the door.
Monsa hand simply glared at me and started after her yelling "rule number
three, rule number three"
I also took off for the door, but I was a little to slow. The bag of carrots look small but when hitting the back of your own head it can hurt.
Again my job here was done.
My dear wife was not just talking to me, but to all three of us. Monsa hand, Theo and I were quietly sitting there as she walked towards the fridge.
"Now look guys. I would not eat worms and you know better to believe half the stuff "biggy" tells you. Right?
They simply nodded and kept quiet.
She reached into the fridge and brought out a bag of baby carrots. The type she likes to prepare in the vegetable steamer. She also withdrew a whole carrot. Green stem and all.
"Now this is a carrot. You have seen bugs bunny eat them all the time. Right?"
They silently nodded.
"Now this is simply a bag of small baby carrots. They are not worms. You know what that means?"
They slowly nodded but I could tell they were not totally convinced. It was at this moment that I knew I would be on the couch that night.
I leaned down and in a whisper that even my dear wife could hear said the words that got me in the dog house "It means that she stole those baby carrots from their sad mommies. Then she eats them"
Theo's one eye got real large and she made a fast look towards my wife
"Baby eater?!?! Arggghhhh" and she took off like a rocket towards the door.
Monsa hand simply glared at me and started after her yelling "rule number
three, rule number three"
I also took off for the door, but I was a little to slow. The bag of carrots look small but when hitting the back of your own head it can hurt.
Again my job here was done.
