September 7, 2009
By the time I got to the crime scene, Kellen was borderline hysterical. Cortlen and Camber had already shoved the scissors under the sofa.
"They chopped off Monk's ear!!!!!" Kellen screamed, pointing at the suspects.
"Why did you do that?" I asked his siblings, more than a tad bit annoyed.
"Because Camber told me to," Cortlen stated matter-of-factly.
I looked around for other lemmings, but they had already run over the edge of the cliff.
"If Camber told you to saw off your own leg, would you?" I asked my son.
A long pause was followed by an even longer explanation that boiled down to a one word answer: "Probably."
"That is very disappointing," I told Cortlen. "I thought you had a brain."
At the mention of brains, Kellen was alerted to the fact that his monkey was spilling his all over the family room floor. My son stopped the seepage of white stuffing by plugging the hole with his finger.
Cortlen took the cue and put his fingers in his own ear canals...just to be safe.