This Sunday Smackdown is brought to you by all the Shorties and me. This morning the
battle was Shorties vs Me. I lost. All I wanted to do was sit just so under my cork tree like Ferdinand and all they wanted to do was follow me around and argue. They typically take turns fighting. We never know which two shorties are going to be the daily bickerers, today it was Sweet Pea and Pumpkin Pie. Sweet Pea was caustic, venomous and nasty while Pumpkin Pie screamed like a banshee whenever he smelled wrongdoing or misdeed.
The way a dog smells fear and a shark smells blood in the water, my children smelled that I wanted some quiet. It made them even louder. And even more obnoxious. In between loud fights, they would ask me for obnoxious stuff:
Pickles: Can you please please please help me find Edward? (Edward is the Bat Webkinz that has been missing since we moved last Christmas.) Then will you watch me Australian juggle?
Sweet Pea: Can you take me to the library? I don’t have anything to read and if you won’t buy me any books will you at least take me to the library? (It’s 9am and believe me when I say we have 8 bazillion books in our house). Then can I have all the blankets in the house to make a Zen Tent over my bed?
Pumpkin Pie (wearing Spiderman muscle costume UNDER his clothes so he looks Hans and Frans): Can I have a bar? Will you make Sweet Pea let me in his room? What day is it? Can I have a bar? Will you hang up all my costumes on hangers? Can I watch tv? Will you make Pickles play with cars with me? Can I watch tv? Can I watch tv? Can I have a popsicle? Why can’t I have a popsicle? WRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! (banshee screaming)
I really need a cork tree to sit under. Maybe I’ll plant it in the back yard next to the bagel tree.