Working Together

My sister and I believe in cooperation...especially when it involves getting something we both want. A good example of this was at Gramma's house. On our very first visit there we knew peeing on the floor would probably get us in trouble so we really emptied out before going inside. Mom was nervously watching us for awhile but eventually she found other things to occupy her time. That's when the real fun began.

We went into the living room to investigate what's going on in there. And boy did we hit the jackpot! We found a long stuffed toy thing that was placed along the bottom of a door. We knew that was put there for us to play with so we picked it up (one at each end) and carried it into the kitchen. Well we didn't get to keep it very long because Mom went ballistic and took it away. (I heard her laughing as she returned it to the spot it came from) But I ask you....why was it taken away when it is obviously a toy for us? So we forgot about that one for awhile and went back to "looking innocent" in the kitchen...just long enough for Mom to relax of course.

We decided we needed to change our tactics. Bell wandered nonchalantly into the dining room while I (Nicki) strolled innocently back into the living room for another look around. I saw an even better toy but I knew I needed to bide my time and form a plan with Bell. As it turned out Bell came in the room with Mom and Gramma. They were busy with Grampa so we had time to quickly discuss the plan and put it into action. Unfortunately our timing wasn't very good. We had both grabbed a wing on a stuffed Penguin and were quickly trotting out of the room with it when Mom turned around and saw us. We heard a loud "HEY!" and Mom was after us in a flash. She caught us half way across the hallway and took the penguin away. But once again we heard her laughing at us. Why is it so funny to take our toys away?

At this point we don't think Gramma's house is very much fun. Everything we eat is wrong even though we never take it from the table...always from the floor. Everything we try to play with gets taken away. Every time we try to go into another room alone someone follows us or calls us back. And worst of all there is no peeing in Gramma's house either! What is it with these people and peeing? It's a natural fact of life. Why do they freak out when we pick our own places to do it?