Call me Monkey

Here's a joke courtesy of Clay. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Monkey poop! This was followed by much laughing. You just can't help but laugh along when you hear that kind of infectious laughter. Of course, after his audience gave such uproarious approval of his joke, he had to repeat it. Again. And again. And again.

This evening, I congratulated Clay and Lex on a job well done because they got their pajamas on in less than two hours. I high-fived Clay and said, "Dude!" I high-fived Lex and said, "Dudette!"

Clay looked at me disbelieving and informed me, "Mom, she's not Dudette. Call her Princess. And call me Monkey." I've been corrected.

Ok - my mom called me this morning and asked, "So who locked whom in the refrigerator?" She continued with a lecture about kids dying because they were stuck inside a fridge. Seriously. Sooo, I'm writing to explain that little post last night, ok Mom? Because my fridge is broken and awaiting a repairman, my husband took all the shelves out of the fridge and completely cleaned it out. My oldest son thought it would be fun to hide in the fridge and jump out and scare the living snot out of his siblings as they walked past said fridge. After hearing the terrified screams of his siblings, I realized what he was doing and made him get out. I had visions of the repairman coming out and saying, "Well the compressor's shot and that's covered under your warranty, but there appears to be a giant hole in the floor of the refrigerator and that's definitely not covered."

Anyway, I made sure the kids knew that a refrigerator is not a toy. Nor is it a magic box wherein one can hide. Nor is it a torture chamber for unsuspecting siblings. Nor is it a toy box. Nor is it a book case. (You get the idea.)

Back to my mom. Here's a disclaimer: Not all refrigerators have doors that open from the inside. I know it sounds like a good idea, but do not empty your fridge of food and shelving and get into it and close the door behind you. This could be dangerous. If you're throwing your old refrigerator at the curb, take the door off because (again, according to my mom - this kind of thing happens) apparently there are kids who roam around and get into refrigerators thrown at the curb and die. Now you know.

Back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

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