Monkey Boy is clearly on the mend.
How can I tell?
Because he’s leaping around, being obnixous and saying “I can’t, I’m very sick” whenever asked to do something he doesn’t want to do.
And he’s still up, despite having school tomorrow.
My brother is over.
The kids got him onto the Wii and have showed him all the games. Currently, he and my darling husband are playing Enemy Tanks. They got up to a decent level. They continue to play in order to not only reach the same level, but go one better. Its a penis thing, I’m sure.
He has been going to leave for over an hour now. He has said “just one more game” about 96 times. He’s meeting someone half an hour ago. I did ask him to go. I actually said “can you please leave now?”
He’s still here.
Even Chippie has gone to sleep.
Yes. He’s fallen asleep on the couch where he was placed – because Enemy Tanks is the most important think in the world at this point in time. The only thing stopping him rolling off the couch is the fact that Grumpy has been sitting there, too, for the last hour and a half.
I don’t think Grumpy even remembers that that’s where he left him.