"Look, Taylor, you can't keep doing this!" Isaac yelled, as his brother glared at him. Taylor took off his shirt, revealing a nasty poison ivy itch rash. Taylor scratched vigorously, with the occasional 'yelp!' of pain. Isaac burst out laughing at his spotted brother. He received a muttered 'shut up, doofus' in return.
   The family sat at the dinner table that night. Zoe was crying, Mackie was whining, Avery sneezed in Ike's plate, Jessica complained about the mashed potatoes, Zac told disgusting jokes about the dissection of lizards, Taylor squirmed and itched, and I Isaac was complaining about a migraine for obvious reasons.
   "Hey Zac, gimme that!" Taylor yelled, as Zac ran off with his calamine lotion. On the other sid of the room, was an argument over who put the applesauce in the furnace. In the girl's room, yet another argument surfaced, about what happened to Ken's head, and how distraught Barbie was. The younger kids managed to sleep through this.
   An hour later, things were still uneasy at the hanson home. Vases had been busted, a small fire involving Ken's head, popsicles put down people down people's trousers, and of course, your average bogeyman and bed monster phobic child. After a day in the life of satan, the Hanson's slept, and all was at peace.
   That is... except for kids who wanted to stay up later, strange dancing in the line for the bathroom after 47 glasses of water. Lost blankets and teddy bears, yelling about babies being woken up (which in turn woke up more kids) , and the occasional yell as to the whereabouts of the calamine lotion.
   The next morning was interesting. Isaac stumbled into the kitchen half awake, asking if anyone had mowed the lawn that day, Taylor got yelled at for itching his back with a salad fork, and Zac was still asleep on the couch and snoring loudly. A toaster fell in the sink, the refrigerator door was left open for 4 hours, and there was still a line for the bathroom from the night before.
   Lunch was chaotic. Zac woke up and was irritated that no-one woke him up for breakfast, and why he woke up with legos up his nose, Taylor was standing in the freezer trying to get some relief, and Isaac was wondering where his 2 purple legos went.
   Dinner was odd. Isaac tripped over an invisible bump in the floor, sending his food to splat in Taylor's face. As the two wrestled on the floor in the war of the spaghetti, Zac wondered why he didn't have a salad fork. Jessica looked up from her food, as a baby spoon bounced off her forehead. Avery looks at her food asking who puked on hers, and Mac eats contentedly, watching everyone else.