Seen here at the pivotal and swivelsome meeting. |
Early this morning an emergency meeting was called among all boys of the household, the matter of debate being the rampant production of additional boys by the baby boy factory better know as Hey Mama. The time for action had come and we were ready to act.
In the debate it was pointed out that us boys are all here because of Miss Mama's arguably rampant production of "new boys." It was also brought up that we all love each other very much and that we couldn't imagine our lives without all of us here… but no matter.
Then we discussed how the room-sharing situation had gotten out of hand, that there's no more beds available and that our car is jammed to the gills, assuming cars actually have gills. We decided there are already enough journalists around the paper and more than enough sullied diapers in every trash can in the house. All that and our soy and moo milk budget has really gotten out of hand without any more noisy mouths to feed.
At mama's current pace it's predicted there will be a good dozen boys around here before I'm even old enough to drive (legally). So is my first car going to be a school bus and my first job to be a family appointed quarterback (or warden)? The insanity must end.
We got all our points out and put it to a vote. Me and Patrick give it a resounding "yay" (with Patrick saying it maybe six times as if cheering on an imaginary horse race.) Dominic refrained from voting but rather looked on unresponsively. The ayes took the vote.
Effective immediately the former boy factory known as Hey Mama is now closed for business thanks to hard argued legislation in this House of Progress (non of that "con-gress" nonsense here), passed by simple majority vote. I'm not sure how we'll enforce it and I'm sure we'll see a higher court appeal at some point but for now our bedroom, dinner table and indeed our very way of life are all secure.
Breaking the news to Hey Mama was pretty rough, but I think she understands this decision is really for the common good.
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