Current mood:

satisfied

It seems that Mom now has a small collection of stuffed toys on a low shelf for the entertainment of The Toddler. We have decided to voice our displeasure of the whole Small Person scenario by mauling these items in effigy. Mom has not yet cracked under the strain of finding the small corpses of toys strewn about the apartment upon returning from wrk every day, but we think we shall soon wear her down.

In idle amusement, I found that I can make the Bald One levitate by crawling onto the back of the couch directly behind his neck and making a retching noise, without having to produce an actual hairball. It seems my powers of imitation have improved. The rection I illicited was quite satisfactory, to the point where it was hard to maintain the expression of necessary innocence I kept for the next several minutes. Had to retire under the sofa to commence snickering.