It was a rainy day today. Isaac went with Rebecca to do a show last night, and was up late. You might think this means he slept in, but you would be sorely mistaken. Isaac is a glutton for life, and when the sun is up, Ike is on the move. Don't try to reason with him. He'll just throw open the curtains and inform you that "It's DAY!"
So Isaac was up late and up early, which means he is cranky and must be afforded a ten-foot safety radius, and if possible, sedated.
This mornings sedative of choice was Pink Panther on DVD.
Isaac is in his seat of choice, a high perch on a stool right in from of the computer. He sometimes falls from this stool for no apparent reason, wails in pain for a while, and then insists on climbing right back up. It must be exciting.
Jack is on the couch, about ten feet back, the better to cover himself up with pillows so he can hide his face during the violent parts.
I plop down next to jack. He glances at me, and then does a double-take. I arch an eyebrow at him.
"What is it, man?"
"oh, it just looked like you had a shirt on."
"ah, was it my tattoo?"
at this point he is back into the cartoon, and his voice comes from far away.
"No. Just your hair."
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