Obviously, Buddah was feeling fine last night. Either that or he faked it well. I presume it was the former, because he and Max conspired to invent a new version of Irritate The Holy Crap out Of The Woman last night. And they played it from 12:45 a.m. until 7:15 a.m.

It’s actually two games in one. Well, three if you count the Irritating Me part. Max plays Give Buddah A Bath Against His Will and Buddah plays Scream Like Flames Are Shooting Out My Ass at the very same time. Obviously, the goal of this game is to see how many times they can get me out of bed to tell them to knock it off, be quiet, or shut up before I lock you both in the dryer.

They are very good at this game. They first woke me at 12:45, and then every 15-20 minutes until 3:30, when they seemed to take a break. At 5:30 I woke to the sound of Buddah screaming at the top of his little lungs; Max had him on top of their carpeted climbing tower, and was sitting on him. I got out of bed, Max slid off, and they both looked at me like, “What? Is there a problem?”

Five minutes later, as I was again drifting off, they decided to have a nice little chat, right there on top of the tower, which is—stupidly on my part—right there in the bedroom.

“Meow meow meow meow!”
“Meow! Meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow!”

Which, I believe, roughly translates into:

“Let’s screw with her!”
“Totally! We’ll sing in the bathroom. And make it stink!”

It has begun. The ganging up on the People. We are so totally going to lose…

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