It’s 5:15 in the frickin’ morning. Everyone in the house wants to sleep. I’m curled up in my covers. Andrea is doing the same. Swee’Pea, now that she can once again breathe, is sound asleep. Nutmeg the cat? Of course, asleep. Everyone is asleep – except TheMonk. I can hear him loud and clear over the monitor. He is making his monkey noises and having a grand old time doing it.
I groan to myself and silently curse the kid as I try to sleep. “AaaaaAAAAaaaaah” He says.
I start thinking of ways I can torture him as a teenager. I promise myself to show his girlfriend naked pictures of him as a kid. “OoooooheeeeeeeeOoooooo” He continues.
I start to wonder if maybe a hit of Children’s Tylenol wouldn’t put the kid out for another hour.
Then, he starts in on consonants. “BaBaBaBaMaBa” He says. “MaBaMaBaMaBa” He shouts.
Ooh, that kid. Please, just shut up. Please, I’m begging -”DaDaDaDaDaDa” I hear as he interrupts my thoughts. What was that? Could it be? After a million times of saying DaDa to the kid, is this my reward?! “DaDaDaDaDaDaDa” he repeats.
Yes! That’s my boy! Keep talking TheMonk. I mean, I’m a lazy guy who should be up making myself useful anyway. I mean, it’s 5:15 a.m. Who needs sleep when your kid wants to say “DaDaDaDaDa”? Not me. Nope. “DaDaDaDaDaDaDa” See?
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