There are times I feel as though I have been thrust into some sort of parallel, or quite possibly some randomly assigned sort of alternative universe.
It commences this morning with The Wrong Bowl Tantrum.
Grumpy Pants had done his own breakfast, and Chippie’s, simultaneously. Grumpy the picked up one bowl and wandered off with it.
Chippie completely lost the plot, vehemently proclaiming it to be his bowl and refusing to be calmed.
A short stint in his room in order to calm down, and also to avoid being