The youngest son was Dewey, a mischievous little imp who seemed to spend a lot of time inhabiting his own private world where everything was happy.
Sometimes to this day when I get crabby about unspecified annoyances of life Spouse orders me into Dewey mode.
- Dewey: Mom, can I have a story?
- Lois: Once upon a time, there was a little boy that made his mom so crazy she decided to sell him to a circus.
- Dewey: An evil circus?
- Lois: No, a nice one with monkeys.
- Dewey: Thank you.
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And don't come out until I tell you to!
P.S. I think you forgot Francis. Four sons made Lois 100% crazy. I am only 75% as nuts as she. So far. There's still time to become certifiable.
Hey, you two, pipe down! You're waking the neighbors (who are old and crotchety themselves).
P.S. My word verification is "bepidep". I love the whimsy of its sound and will try to use it at least once today, in your honor!
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