I think it all started with the "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs" movie. The monkey's name is Steve. One of our neighbors is named Steve too. They say this word/name about 100 times a day, but it feels like a million. They call each other Steve. They chant Steve. They name their stuffed animals Steve. They also say Steve in many different voices. At one point I was so fed up I told them if they said it any more I would put pepper on their tongues. That slowed it down for a while but somehow Steve has made a come back. I found evidence of that last night on the basement floor.
This name is going to haunt me for a long time. I hope I'll be able to tune it out, eventually.
Contest Update: We are down one contestant. Knowing my children I would have guessed she'd be the first to go. The bad part is the "mess" was only a few things she left laying around. If only she would have gotten up to check her room before the inspection like I suggested.
I'm having a hard time typing this because I have tears running down my face. The kids don't have school tomorrow. Now I don't get to volunteer at the library but on the bright side I get to sleep in.