The natives are getting hostile. Their leader, the young one, has brought chaos to the clan.
It seems once these primitive creatures turn three they become dominate and bossy, leaving no room for reason. We're no longer able to communicate; negotiations for a peaceful solution look dim.
I'm left to reminisce the peaceful days, when all existed in harmony. When the decibels were much lower. when progress...progressed.
To add an unpleasant flavor to this party, it also appears as though these changes occur when one turns 33. The brain becomes mushy and unreasonable. These things we call hormones decide to produce such reactions as irrational irritation, acne equivalent to the early 90's, and a thing called metabolism. The scales increase with chocolate consumption. Not favorable.
All I can do is camp out and record these unwelcome behavior changes, and hope the quiet days and clear complexions return.
and eat chocolate chips.