Hooligan report

This morning at 5:20, Little Red begins to stir. Next thing we know, the light in his room clicks on. waaaaaiiiitaminute. Matters become more clear when we hear the Big Brother reading a book to him. By the time I get up to check on things, the Big Brother has gone out to the den, turned on all the lights, and gone back to his room to play with trains.

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The Big Brother has been a space cadet. He gets dressed slowly. He eats slowly. Two afternoons ago, he spent from 1:00 to 6:00 in his room because it took him the latter three hours to clean up the mess he had made. And he's developed a problem: we can't seem to get him to stop putting his hands in his pants.

Speaking of pants, all of his pants are now hovering over his ankles. Upon commenting on them the other night, he responded, "I shot up like a mighty rocket!!" You probably had to be there, but it was funny.

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Thomas & Friends are all of a sudden in favor again. The Big Brother has an enormous track layout (that he built himself--we think this is the basis for its new popularity) that is, significantly, exempt from the "clean your room" mandate. Little Red also likes the trains, which has led to some "disagreement."

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Other than the above, most of the days are spent pulling the cushions off the couch, spreading toys all over the house, imitating and/or chasing the kitties, spilling food and drink hither & yon, and generally making us tired. Themselves, too--Little Red nearly dropped off to sleep during lunch today.