Turkeys, Trains and Trees (Part 2)

After the dreaded day of turkey and interrupted routines, the lack of educational teevee was starting to have a deleterious effect on my normally stellar patter and patois. With a freshly cleaned butt I came downstairs and got in a few hours of Disney Channel before Mamma disappeared and I eventually went down for a nap.

When I awoke, Bubbas had evidently risen to the status of god-like architectural awesomeness and engineering excellence! They has somehow constructed a massive super structure of tracks, trees and trains that seemed to drive of their own accord! If I had known they had these abilities I would've had them construct me a pillow maze or at least a more reliable hidey-hole network, one that is not constantly invaded by small rodent-like dogs or compromised by large movie disc wallets and errant remote controls.

Well I quickly assumed my roll in this new world as the inevitable, but largely necessary attacking monster or daikaiju as they say in Japan. 

Some of the tracks were not up to code, so I removed them so that the quality control lead could inspect them and a few of the trains were not running on time, so I moved them manually to their appointed destinations, even if said destination was on a piece of track which had already been removed for inspection. It's really a standard practice for baybees in my position and demands a great deal of respect. As a matter of fact, the adults needed to keep reminding the older kids that I was in charge whenever they would protest my actions. I simply told them in language they apparently did not understand, that if they had a problem with the way I worked they would need to take it up with the project lead or stick their complaints in the complaint box. (see diapey)

Then I noticed that there were strangers in my house, other kids and other adults, which I had not noticed previously on account of the new discovery in my living room. I didn't bother to learn their names, but the younger kid, Mawcus I believe, stated that he did not want a little brother anymore. Fine, I don't want another older brother either, too much responsibility. We went on a walk and these people all ran ahead of me and Dadda. I checked with Dadda to make sure that we did say we were going on a "Walk" and not an "Awkward Jog" but he just rolled his eyes.


Once it got cold and dark enough, (as soon as we arrived at the park) it was time to head home, so sure enough these people ran off with Bubbas leaving me and Dadda to troll our way through the cold winter night. I gladly went to bed, my head filled with dreams of metropolitan destruction and giant mechanized versions of me and / or giant moth opponents. 


Today I am a misunderstood monster cute and creative!