Well big props to my sister ‘M’ for popping out another of the brood. She did such a great job on the first one, she decided to go for a repeat. ‘M’ and her husband Ess-Dub provided me with an almost inexhaustible source of entertainment and mischief with their first child, The Two-foot Tornado, and I love it… but I can only fear for this new childs life and continued wellbeing.
Sure, he is healthy and well right now; he just left the hospital after being under constant supervision. But what happens the first time his mom leaves the room to answer the phone and the Tornado decides to practice the WWE wrestling moves I taught her? The Tornado may be small, but she is mighty! When she drops The Peoples Elbow everyone had better watch out.
So, the new boy has alot of obstacles to overcome in the form of his sister, should he desire to keep on breathing. I’m not sure he has realized this yet, but he will soon. Not to say that she isn’t very cute and easy to deal with sometimes, like when our favorite movie is playing, but these moments are rare and packed between jubilant rampages like melted oreo cream amidst a sea of black crumbly goodness.
His parents are really bad at picking out names for their kids and his name is so bad, I dare not utter it, lest i be sucked into a pentagram lasced portal of effervescing doom and lactation, but he hasn’t really distinguished himself enough to earn a nickname yet. I’m thinking something along the lines of “The Dropping” or “Ugly Alien Child” at this point.
Any suggestions?
That is such a cute tornado! Although I can tell by the way it’s holding the alien child that I should be fearing for the child’s wee life. What’s his name? What do you fear the nicknames will be?