So, pretty much every evening in the BY Universe/Green Machine, between the hours of 5 and 8pm, the world is utter utter chaos. Just envision three creatures, all under the age of 2 and all in diapers, along with a dog with generalized anxiety disorder, who flips out at thunder, the new washing machine, and any strange sounds outside. Then envision three crazed adults (Trucknutz, I'm including you!) trying to eat, pacify, play, change, bathe and then put down. Then envision on Tue/Thurs when Trucknutz has to go to Spanish class between 6-8pm.
(Editors Note: So FYI for those who want to call the GM, please understand that the Chaos Hours require the full and utmost attention. Any calls during this time will be summarily avoided.)
Yes my friends.... pure, unadulterated, nerve rattling, binge alcohol drink-inducing, chaos.
This was the setting a yesterday evening. Trucknutz was actually off, in anticipation of another round of travel chaos!, leaving the DQ2.0 and the Editor to play a zone defense.
We actually changed it up a bit, and did a "box and 1"... the DQ was on the Twizz and I was man-to-man on the Pizz. This was failing miserably, and each Kizzle was winding up for some serious screaming!
So we abandoned dinner and went straight to the Nursery 2.0. Yup, there we were, the DQ, Editor, Pizz, Twizz and Ham all wedged in the Nursery. We started trying to bathe the Twizz, actually breaking one of the cardinal rules of defense: never leave the shooter unguarded!
But she was good, walking around, babbling, and playing with random toys. We left her alone.
Later as we were scrambling with the Twizzles, I noticed that the Pizz was fairly quiet. Hmmm. I wonder why... Then I saw it!
She had gotten into one of our many (and growing) diaper bags, and pulled out every diaper. All the G-diapers were out, including their inserts and liners. But that wasn't what was surprising. The Pizz was then taking each individual liner and laying them out in a straight line in front of her, opening them individually. Then she would lay the outer diapers in a stack to her right!
Oh my God! I thought... She is organizing!!!!!!!
I nudged the DQ, who was elbow deep in scrotum powdering. She looked up, and I pointed at the Pizz. There we watched.
Then, the Pizz proceeded to take each liner and fold them back up and place them back into a stack, inside the bag. The stack was immaculate, with each fold/crease on the same side, and almost-perfectly straight! She did this dutifully until all the liners were back into the bag, and the continued with the outers. Amazing!
I whispered to the DQ: "It's Genetic!!!! She's your daughter!!!!!"
DQ just smiled. Proud mama!
She continued this until her job was done, and then looked up at both of us, smiled, and said "diaper bag clean".
There didn't seem to be any chaos at that instant. WOW!
(What am I going to do with a house full of organizers?!?!?!? Oh, and don't get me started on the Pizz' love affair with Dyson!!!))
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