Monkeys, two.

Monkeys. I have two, I swear it. And they totally have a love/hate relationship. Except, I shouldn't say 'hate', because that's not really true. I'll say love/notsolove instead, which fits better. Anyway, one minute they are bear-hugging each other, the next minute it's knock-down, drag-out time. And back and forth and back and forth. Salt and pepper, I call them. Literally.

On the drive back from Logan Sunday night, they were on each other's nerves. Morg kept yelling at Danny and Danny kept yelling at Morg. Usually we can't understand what Danny has to say, but in the car that night it was clear as day, he kept yelling 'StopitMorg! StopitMorg!'

He's been saying it all week now, whenever he's mad at brother. At a year and nine months, it's hard to keep a straight face with him around. He's full of it. Chuck full.