The boy elephant that lives upstairs has returned from his sailing trip. He is a sailor. A real live sailor/elephant. And he is home. And boy elephants have bigger feet than girl elephants and they make more noise. A lot more noise. Sometimes, I wonder if the ceiling is going to fall.
But, we get back at them, ha ha ha. Sage's bedroom is right under theirs. And we let him cry for at least 10 minutes if he wakes up in the middle of the night. Ha ha ha. And they probably hear him. Ha ha ha. And when the new baby sleeps through the night. Ha ha ha. They will both be under their bedroom. Ha ha ha. (No, mom, we don't make Sage cry in the middle of the night on purpose just to get back at them.) I know, they can't help that they are a strange breed of elephant people.