Another yoga story

This morning, I once again decided to do some yoga before work. I put all of the birds in their cages and went upstairs.

I'm not sure who the comedian is, but after about 10 minutes, I hear Max laughing hysterically. Then Stella joined in. Then Rocky. They finally calmed down and everything was calm for a bit.

Until the greys started shouting "Ow!" Not in an "I'm injured" kind of way, but an "80s Michael Jackson" kind of way.

Where do they pick this stuff up?

Also, the greys have become obsessed with Thomas's and my well-being. They are constantly asking, "How are you?" I should keep a count, but I'd guess I'm asked that more than 100 times a day.

I used to take their questions seriously and respond: just fine, thanks; same as a minute ago; still doing great! But then I realized that when I asked them how they were (it only seemed polite, after all), they responded with a kiss sound.

So now, my response to a grey asking me, "How are you?" is a big *kiss*. Hopefully this doesn't become too ingrained as it might make for some uncomfortable social situations!