--As a rule I try not to make to much out of rumbles in the night. A stray whisper or misstep can be taken so many ways its like a red flag for a over active imagination.
--My wife and children are under the impression that every rumble is nothing less then the prelim to a zombie invasion. Sometimes its like a Marx brothers movie around out house at night. What with all creeks and groans and whispers flying about.
--When the children were younger and established bedtimes were the norm it was a lot more manageable. Now it seems staying up till all hours is more the flavor of the day.
--But being young only comes around once so we try not to be to critical of the little darlings. Besides mother nature has a way of smoothing out the edges of rebellion over the course of time. And I’ve found her to be quite a motivator when a parents words fall on deaf ears.
--Of course its not the best plan but, neither is chasing that dang fool monkey around the mulberry bush. And to my way of thinking that game was played long enough when the little darling were younger.
--Of course my wife just gives me one of her looks when I whisper the first few verses of round the mulberry bush. Because she knows how much I really hate that dang fool game.
--In the end with a wee bit of patience things return to a some what balanced playing field. And we don’t get stuck chasing any monkeys which is a two for in my book.....
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