A Rude Awakening

This is the kind of thing that happens after you let your parents watch your kids . . .

While Sam and I were on our trip, my Aunt bought our two obnoxious children these obnoxious rubber chickens. When you squeeze the chicken, it makes this irritating squeaking noise. I didn't think much of it until this morning. Andi came in around 6:45 and tried to wake me up. After a while of me telling her to leave me alone and let me sleep, she and Dylan went downstairs. I thought "Hey, cool deal. They're actually letting me sleep." I should have known then that something bad was going to happen.

Probably five minutes after the kids left our room, I started hearing the rubber chickens squeaking. And it kept getting louder, and more frequent. It's like Dylan and Andi were having a competition to see who could make the most noise with their rubber chicken from Hades. They made it all the way up the stairs and into Peyton's room, squeezing the chickens in a hideous chorus of evil squawking all the way. I had to hurry to get up and out of bed to save the baby because he wasn't very happy about being woken up by the shrieking of the devil bird.

Thanks a lot, Myrna, for the rubber chickens. I think they may mysteriously disappear in the move.