How come Zeke unscrewed the salt cover just enough so I didn't notice but enough so that it poured a giant pile into the dozen eggs I had mixed to make omelets?
How come Zeke had to quick touch the raw chicken on the counter? And why, when I said, "Zeke, don't touch that. That can make you sick!", did he LICK his finger off?
How come Beke's just cut up a caterpillar with my scissors?
"Because it could be poisonous, mom. I didn't want poison around here."
That sucks, then, that you used my KITCHEN scissors to do it, doesn't it, Beeks!?
Beeks puked, then wanted pizza. Guess who thought that sounded like a fine idea? E'hem. Not me.
The kids were playing 20
questions. It was Z's turn to think of an object, so he hinted (as he always does), "Ask me if it says,
'Woof!"
B said, "Does it say, 'Woof'?"
"No," said Zeke, "September
already asked that!"
The answer? An electric horse that zaps electric currents when bugs come by it.
No one wants to play with him anymore.
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