So, ever since Squishy Little has become a mobile unit, Big-Big has been trying to figure out how one handles a continuous hostile takeover of one's belongings. Castles under siege have undergone less drama then one high-strung toddler whose brother touches the wrong toys.
Herein lies the problem: he is oblivious to the fact that Squishy is totally incapable of following directions-I often here "Brother, get out of there! No, don't TOUCH the tower!" Most exclamations are made as Squishy ("Brurr" to Big) is gleefully embedded within a pile of toys. I'm thinking of putting on a low-budget Godzilla remake. The cast will look like this:
Godzilla: 25-lb. 8-month-old.
Fleeing people, police officers, heroes, etc: Angry toddler.
Peter Jackson, look out.
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