The way the Pikes handle the whole Uncle Joe situation really upsets me. It was unfair to the kids and to Uncle Joe (I mean, I would be stressed out if I had to live with the Pikes, and I don't have Alzheimer's. It seems like a nightmarish scenario for someone who does.)
Also, in New York, New York, Claudia says she isn't allowed to call adults by their first names unless she knows them really, really well, so she should be able to cope with calling Uncle Joe Mr. Pike.
The BSC are such hypocrites. I mean, a play put on by a seven-year-old and a five-year-old is going to be pretty rambling and pointless, but you sit through it and clap for them. If Melody were pretending to be a cat to get out of doing homework or chores or something, or forcing Skylar to play when she doesn't want to or something, that's one thing, but if she's just crawling around and meowing for a few hours, what's the big deal? She'll stop when she gets bored. Her job is not to entertain you, Kristy. God forbid a child other than Karen indulge in imaginative play.
And cats are toally sneaky bastards. My cats almost gave me a heart attack by sneaking through a loose vent into my utility closet and into a little hole in the ceiling you could barely see, and stayed there for hours. Then when they finally came down, I tried to block off the hole with duct tape until morning and they clawed their way back in. Also, this past two weeks I had to give them antibiotics, and some of the places they squirmed into were amazing.
Of course, then last night I was putting away laundry and had a bin in front of my closet and one cat gave me an amazingly offended look, like she hasn't jumped over or crawled through much bigger obstacles. Bratty cat.
Also, in New York, New York, Claudia says she isn't allowed to call adults by their first names unless she knows them really, really well, so she should be able to cope with calling Uncle Joe Mr. Pike.
The BSC are such hypocrites. I mean, a play put on by a seven-year-old and a five-year-old is going to be pretty rambling and pointless, but you sit through it and clap for them. If Melody were pretending to be a cat to get out of doing homework or chores or something, or forcing Skylar to play when she doesn't want to or something, that's one thing, but if she's just crawling around and meowing for a few hours, what's the big deal? She'll stop when she gets bored. Her job is not to entertain you, Kristy. God forbid a child other than Karen indulge in imaginative play.
And cats are toally sneaky bastards. My cats almost gave me a heart attack by sneaking through a loose vent into my utility closet and into a little hole in the ceiling you could barely see, and stayed there for hours. Then when they finally came down, I tried to block off the hole with duct tape until morning and they clawed their way back in. Also, this past two weeks I had to give them antibiotics, and some of the places they squirmed into were amazing.
Of course, then last night I was putting away laundry and had a bin in front of my closet and one cat gave me an amazingly offended look, like she hasn't jumped over or crawled through much bigger obstacles. Bratty cat.
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