The boys are now in possession of a mighty bunk bed. Not new, but new to them (thank you eBay). I drove it back this morning from Maspeth (no sign of Ed "The Maspeth Monster" Krachie, Nathans hot dog eating champ until 1996 when Hirofumi Nakajima won the coveted mustard-yellow belt).

Anyway, the boys helped us carry the parts in. Said Cookie: "We have our hands full of bunk."

Quite so. Guido helped assemble the thing and soon the boys were climbing it like a jungle-gym. I later distracted them by loading an old copy of Quake III onto my computer. That worked. Cookie likes to shoot the plasma gun.

(And we don't want to hear any comments about bad-parenting -- Mojo pissed in the waste-basket this week, and that was entirely his idea.)