Shrieking Monkey, Shrieking Daddy

Photo source: Esther Kluth
This past weekend was a rough one for me, what with the wife away on a girls' retreat with her sisters and our daughters, and me left at home with all the boys. I felt quite a bit like this screaming monkey, especially during feeding time (theirs, not mine). And diaper changing time. And going-to-bed time.

But the boys weren't daunted by my shrieks or my bared fangs. If anything, it only encouraged their antics.