Thursday, September 20, 2012

Dear Evolution, you are late

Living in our house is just like a relay race.
Just when we thought Calm and Peace had returned to our little corner of paradise, Son#1 handed over the Crazy-baton to Son#2. 

How proud we are.
At least they are sharing for a change.

He's throwing things, screaming, swearing and being uncooperative.
Come on!
Really.
What is wrong with our gene pool?



The husband and I couldn't possibly be related to each other as we are from opposite ends of the planet.
We both seem normal.
At least, I think we do.

Son#2 stayed home yesterday.
Think he is tired, and something, judging by his behaviour at least, is wrong.
He was a dried-out-desert as far as being toilet-trained is concerned, but we have been experiencing a wet season so far.

Why can't babies be born talking?
Would eliminate so many problems if we could just understand each other...
Evolution needs to catch up, if you ask me.


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