Belated Birthday wishes to Joe and Steve! I am once again very jealous to have missed such festivities. While you all were having a good time, I was tending the chimpz as John attempted to return the Tuckahoe apartment to normal. An impossible task if ever there was one.

For a couple of nights while John was away, we stayed at my folks. Whenever this happens the boys insist on staying in the same room as me and usually on the same bed. This night Mojo had decided to stay awake later than Cookie and I because he did not have school or work like Cookie and I. I informed the beast boy that when he came to bed he should be quiet. About 20 minutes after going to sleep, Mojo comes in. He lies down and immediately Cookie is saying stop it, I'm trying to sleep. I ask what's going on and Mojo is bothering Cookie by touching his head. I tell Mojo to cease and desist. Mojo says that he must touch someone to sleep. I say fine--touch me. Then Mojo says, No I need to touch a little person. To which I answered, If you dont stop, I will have to touch your butt. So, then Mojo starts singing Lala la, because he needs to do that to sleep. Finally, he stops. Then Cookie looses the important book mark that says, He is risen! and insists he cant sleep without it. So he goes under the bed and manages to get his head wedged. He starts screaming like a maniac and kicking his little feet like mad. I have to lift the bed of his head. It was insane. I must go now the chimpz are here bothering me.