Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Someone Told on Them and "Ooooh, They're in Trouble . . . "

I'm at work and I get a phone call from my fiancee Liz who is at home with the cats. She says: "I told the boys if they didn't stop misbehaving, I'd call and tell their daddy so I'm calling you." Among their crimes today:

  • Attacking Liz's stockings while she was wearing them
  • Jumping onto her desk to play with her house keys
  • After being scolded and lifted off the desk, they tried to resume playing with the keys after Liz pretended she wasn't looking.

All I could say to Liz on the phone was "good luck reasoning with them." The apartment is their world; we're just living in it.

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