You know those theatrical masks with the faces of drama and comedy? Sometimes I feel like I'm living with those masks and their names are Declan and Logan.
Drama:
This morning Declan came out of his room dressed for school in a red shirt, orange shorts, and his shoes that have yellow accents on them. Before I could open my mouth to protest the matching job, he says in his super-dramatic-movie-voice, "Do you, Mother, know what I have named this outfit?" My mouth hung open and I just shook my head in the negative, as my mind was processing all at once the fact that he named his outfit, the fact that he called me Mother, and the syntax of the question he asked. "It is called Fire: God of Dragons. I'm dressed all in warm colors and it's named after a character I made up who is also called Fire: God of Dragons and while I wear these clothes, I be that character." Well, ok. Who could ruin that kind of method acting with the petty social norm of colors that do and do not go together in clothing form?
Comedy:
Logan has been sleeping in the spare bedroom lately because it contains the most comfortable bed in the house, and his bed is one of the two most painfully uncomfortable beds in the house. The bunk beds Logan and Declan have are designed for smaller children and both the boys are quickly outgrowing the "support" these beds provide. It's been especially uncomfortable for Logan lately, to the point that he has begged to sleep on the couch or the recliner or in our bed or basically anywhere but his own bed. So we've given him the spare bedroom until we can manage to get them new beds.
Anyway, in the spare bedroom we have the charger for the PlayStation controllers and one of those was charging overnight. This morning, Chris got up and was making his rounds through the house before hassling the boys out of bed. As he walked into the living room, the PlayStation turned on and woke the TV up. He stood there, wondering how the hell.... and watched as the PlayStation signed itself into one of the profiles. Before Chris could come running to me in terror of the haunted living room, Logan gave himself away with the giggling coming from his room. He apparently laid in wait until he heard someone walking down the hallway to play his little trick. He also love to sneak one of our phones away and text the other with messages like I LIKE FARTS and POOPYPOOPYPOOPY.
So yeah...one prankster, one method actor. I love it.
