Happy Old Year

There are two babies in diapers running around in my living room, breaking things, making noise and roughhousing with one another — don’t know what to do with them, they’re making an awful racket! They are practically stark naked, like little sumo wrestlers.

One’s got on a sash from shoulder to hip that reads “2002” and the other one’s got on the same sash reading “2003.” The baby called 2002 has got to go, she just put her finger in the eye of 2003, she’s a devil, but I’ve got to calm them both down before I can send one packing

Ut-oh! Now 2002’s coming straight at me — better dodge her, but wait, the little tease — she’s giving me a big smooch and a hug. She’s nearly knocked me over, we’re rolling across the rug. She’s been one kicky kid full of energy and moxie. Taught me a lot.

Crash! There goes the lamp and — oh no — the goldfish bowl. 2003 thought it would be fun to do a flying squirrel leap on top of the two of us. . [Halley’s Comment]