Just to give you a little peek inside the dark, twisted little minds of the spawnage, they do this thing whenever they see a clock with the time 2:22 on it. It's a chant, basically, that lasts until the time changes to 2:23. Like everything else they do, it was kinda funny the first 9000 times they did it, but it tends to grate on one after a while... like coarse-grit sandpaper on the inside of your eyelid.
Well, I was innocently packing lunches this morning, as the spawnage ate their breakfasts, when it suddenly dawned on Mr. Z just what day it was today. What follows is only ONE, SINGLE MINUTE of what proved to be a painfully long... unrelenting... never-ending... perpetual... uninterrupted morning:
"222" by MR. Z and MISS O
Wake me up when it's 2/23.
7 comments:
has it let up at all? Knowing I could stop it at any time made it alright, intriguing almost
PG, it has only let up 'cuz they went to school. It will most likely resume at around 3:50.
Say what you will about the high annoyance factor, but your kids have got kind of a white-boy free-form rhythm thing goin' on!
I dig it. I also dig that they live in your house, not mine.
This is great! Nothing like a headache to take the mind off the numb hands/feet, no? My 3 year old niece informed me last night that her imaginary friend only eats "cake and bones". ha ha. These little creature are a lot of fun. (of course, I'm only an aunt..which means I get to revel in their excellentness and then send them home!) sarah
All I can say, Sarah, is NEVER refuse to serve cake to your niece.
two two two two two two two two two two two two...
has been stuck in my head all day. It's not too bad, really. I had a more productive than usual day.
I actually sent a text to Kim this afternoon: It's 2:22.
She replied:All hail the crabbykids.
Don't be surprised when we show up on your doorstep some day. At 2:22, of course.
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