Batten Down the Hatches

Sparky continues his raging spree occasionally forgetting to be mad at the world and then picking right back where he left off. Last night the middlers were goofing around and wild after dinner and Sparky decided to "hide" the dog. He put him in the laundry closet on top of the washing machine and then closed the doors trapping a shaking Shaggy Pooch in place. When his mistreatment of said dog was confronted, he decided that was excuse enough to throw the couch cushions around and put the coffee table on top of one of the denuded couches. Drama Boy, complicit in the dog-hiding incident, was reduced to wailing sobs again when his ever-changing story was not bought by the meany grown-ups.

Since one of Sparky's trantrum-induced pursuits is to open and slam any kind of door (including the refrigerator which on the last go lost a door-shelf along with it's contents and put a squishy hole in the ketchup bottle), Ana went to the home-fix-it store today to buy locks for the cabinets, fridge, and laundry doors. We're going to be like Maxwell Smart around here pretty soon going through all manner of security gates and doors to get anywhere.

Come to think of it, maybe there is a theme going here. Talking to these guys is sometimes as effective as trying to communicate in the Cone of Silence.....only not as funny.