Originally published April 17, 2017

The Living Room Clown? The Family Goofball?

 Of course, I don't know.

What I know is, just around the time Sparky got home from work I was overwhelmed with sleepiness, which doesn't happen that often, as I tend towards the Duracell-Bunny type, I lay down on the couch. But my laying down on the couch raised quite an uproar, and all the children came to watch me nap.

Who knew it was going to turn into a festival of disrespect and mockery.  Yes, it was Huckleberry, family goofball.  He spotted my glasses on the coffee table because I had taken them off to ha ha "relax."  He dons my glasses and starts to an imitation of me, rapping. 

You.
You can't.
You can't play those computer games.  Nuh uh. 
Uh huh, those games are gonna rot your brains. 
No games.  Nuh uh.

My man.
Ya you.
You got some Saxon math to do.
No pain, no gain.
Math is so good for your brain. 

So he is slaying all of us, and shakes his tail feathers, now that is audience is completely engaged.  Time to ramp things up a little. 

He provides some comedic narrative: 

It must be so easy to be mom.  All you have to do is put these glasses on and say No all day.  

For the next ten minutes, he says No in a monotone, robotic manner every time someones opens their mouth.  Of course we should be chastising him, but we are laughing too hard.  I have tears streaming down my face, Sparky can't keep a straight face. 

Hopeless parents.