Ahh, mornings. There’s nothing quite like the sounds of children screaming and fighting, tattling, slamming doors and dumping every (and I do mean EVERY) box of toys early in the morning. It’s like a switch turns on in their brains with the rising of the sun each day.
This morning, my 7 year old daughter came down to tattle, of course. They actually mean “good morning,” it just comes out a little jumbled.
“Christian called Jacob an Australian pithecus!” she yelled.
Now, as my dear cousin pointed out, if you’re going to call someone a name, you might as well do it right and go for some heinous looking, ancient monkey. After all, where’s the imagination in calling someone a butthead?