Sunday, July 16, 2006

Loove for the Terrors.

The Terrors are in love. Not with each other, that would be too easy. They are in serious, stars-in-the-eyes love with Scott and Sherry. These friends of ours have no Terrors of their own. Therefore, they sleep in on weekends. They spend hours on the computer. They can go out, or stay in, or hang upside down from the ceiling if they like, and no one asks "What doin?" "Why?" "Me too?" Most importantly, Scott and Sherry can store up energy so they survive time at our house.
Scott is a human jungle gym. Or a horse. Or sometimes, a trampoline. Girl Terror twitched all over last night while she was waiting for him to finish his BBQ supper, so she could sit and snuggle and pester him.
Sherry can, and will, play/dance/sit on the floor for hours. I don't know how she manages to stay looking interested and alert. Personally, my legs go numb and my brain starts shutting down after 1/2 an hour of such activity.
Last weekend, Girl Terror told Scott. "Scott, I really love you." Awwww. THIS weekend, she told me that the next time we get a "smooshed up house" (translation: a duplex) we should make Scott and Sherry live in the other half. "Wouldn't that be great, Mummy? Hmmm?!"
I can just picture it now. I would get all the poopy diapers, the midnight bellows, and the ear infections. Scott and Sherry would enjoy the snuggles, playing, and giggles. The only good part would be the ability to send two wide awake Terrors next door every Sunday morning at the crack of dawn!


Twisted Cinderella said...

Awww that is soo cute! Young love. How can you resist moving into a smooshed up house now? LOL

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Not to worry, kid. They just turned into grandparents way before you did.

Mary P. said...

Methinks if Scott and Sherry lived in that smooshed up house next to the Terrors, their tolerance for the clambering and chattering and laying-about would decrease mightily in fairly short order!

But in small doses, Terror Love is indeed Grand!