In about 14 hours, I suspect they'll both miss each other terribly. As for me, I'm so tired of their constant bickering, poking, prodding, teasing, name-calling, punching and eventual brawling that might rival anything on the security cameras of the cafeteria in Riker's Island - that I'm considering drawing up adoption papers for Grammy to sign tomorrow.
But then again, who will entertain us?
With fashionable poses like this:
|Where's yo dollah bills?|
When I fold our laundry, who will know what to do with my bra instead of be baffled by it?
|Let me keep these on until I grow boobies!|
Zuki - I promised you a couple of days to pretend you're an only child. You won't have to share, be patient or tolerate any irritable brother syndrome.
Because when these Samu-free days are over - this is what you have to face in the morning.
|Dreaming of chicken tenders|