No good can come from Friday the 13th. Seriously, I strongly recommend simply staying in bed all day. As that is my recommendation, Cinco made sure to get up extra early. She marched straight to the fridge and began to demand something. The problem was, whatever it was I offered her…..that wasn’t it. Cinco had a cute way of saying no. She extends her arm and waves her hand while shaking her head saying “uhhun….uhhun.” It’s cute. Except early in the morning before I’ve had my coffee.
There were several injustices perpetrated on Cinco on Friday the 13th. I wouldn’t let her suck on the plugged in charger. It seemed like an extreme method to solving her bedhead issue.
I wouldn’t let her dip X-Man’s hair in yogurt. I’m pretty certain she wasn’t interested in the conditioning aspects. When I explained this to Cinco, she collapsed in a weeping heap. Knocking over her bowl of yogurt in the process. She was not amused. I was.
I attempted to starve Cinco by refusing to allow her to sample all the apples in the house. I caught her sitting on the table taking a bite out of every apple in the bowl. She had a line of bitten apples, neatly sorted, those with bites out of the top, those with bites on the bottom, those with bites in the middle. She saw me coming and attempted to grab them all and make a break for it. As talented as she is, even Cinco can’t climb backwards off a table with her arms full of apples.
Meanwhile, X-Man has stopped screaming at me when I tell him no. He now just sighs and rolls his eyes. It is not an improvement.