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JayJay's singing.

Quote by JayJay:
I say the hip, hop, the hippy to the hippy to the hip hip hop ya don't stop.

Every fifteen seconds or so he does it again.

Quote by JayJay:
I say the hip, hop, the hippy to the hippy to the hip hip hop ya don't stop.

He doesn't seem to know any other words.  There's no intro, there's no followup, there's no music.

Quote by JayJay:
I say the hip, hop, the hippy to the hippy to the hip hip hop ya don't stop.

And it's getting louder.

Quote by JayJay:
I say the HIP, HOP, the HIPPY to the HIPPY to the HIP HIP HOP ya don't stop.

and then he pauses, probably taking a really, seriously deep breath

Quote by JayJay:
I SAY THE HIP, HOP, THE HIPPY TO THE HIPPY TO THE HIP HIP HOP YA DON'T STOP.

Quote by JayJay:
I SAY THE HIP, HOP, THE HIPPY TO THE HIPPY TO THE HIP HIP HOP YA DON'T STOP.

Quote by JayJay:
I SAY THE HIP, HOP, THE HIPPY TO THE HIPPY TO THE HIP HIP HOP YA DON'T STOP.

Quote by JayJay:
I SAY THE HIP, HOP, THE HIPPY TO THE HIPPY TO THE HIP HIP HOP YA DON'T STOP.

Quote by Dad:
SHUT UP JAY JAY!!!

Quote by JayJay:
hip...  hop...  hippy...  hip.

Quote by JayJay:
hop.

Quote by JayJay:
hip.
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Dad's outside trying to get some time away from the kids, and he's upset about everything. 

Quote by Dad:
I hate you cunts, aye.  Fucking sick of this house.  Fuck you JayJay.
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Oh, bonus update from a couple of weeks ago.  I wrote it down and forgot to post it.  Overheard as I was leaving the house:

Quote by JayJay:
You're a kid basher dad. You wait until I'm older,  I'll bash your face in.

You see this golf club here?  It's going to wrap around your fucking head.   Like this!  Whoosh!

All I want you to do is take me back to <something>.  So I can get the fuck away from you.

and as I leave and round the corner to JayJay's street, I see him bashing the living shit out of his driveway with a golf club.
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Quote by JayJay:
Aaaand Iiiiiiii-eee-aayyy...  will aaalwaaays...  loove yooooooUUUUUUUoooUUoo...

oooh...

ee-um-bum-ba-wayyy...
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Quote by dad:
Get out of my house, cunt!

Quote by JayJay:
No!

Dad flips out.

Quote by dad:
You fucking wanker cunt!

You fucking dog cunt!

Come near me again and I'll shove this in your face!

How fucking dare you swear at me you little cunt!

You disrespectful motherfucker.
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THUMP!

THUMP!

Quote by Dad:
You bang my fucking walls and I'll bash your fucking head, ya cunt!

Leave my fucking house alone!
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Dad doesn't seem to have a lot of time for complex relationships with the world around him.  He knows what he likes and this week he likes his house.  Actually, this house love is sort of a phase he's been going through for a couple of months now.  What used to be "get out!" is now "get out of my house!"  Every day it's my house this and my house that as if somehow he's just worked out that he's the one who makes the rules.

If they weren't capricious, randomly-enforced rules of minuscule duration his kids might actually be able to rely on them to build a world framework and, I dunno, not be little shits.

Anyway, my phone was close to hand and you can hear a few choice comments from dad when he realized JayJay had locked him out of the house:

MP3 file (255kB)  <- Edited so it doesn't take forever to hear the good bits.

I didn't catch the resolution but it wasn't an hour later that I heard JayJay outside begging somewhat resignedly to be let back into the house.

So, all things nominal to profile next door.
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Quote by JayJay:
Dad!  I'm climbing the clothesline!

Dad!  Let me in!

Look!  I'm shaking the clothesline!

Let me in then!

I'll keep shaking it!

I'll climb all the way to the top!

I'm not going to break it, look!

Let me >twang!< shit!

Quote by Dad:
You're a fucking wanker, eh. 

Fucking dead set wanker.

And then there was a mysterious, lengthy silence.  JayJay was nowhere to be seen.
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Today Dylan and his friend were playing in the back yard.  Brooke was there too, but mostly she just tags along until she's displeased at how they treat her, and she squawks a bit.

The other two, though, I don't know what set of convoluted rules they were inventing for their playtime, or what half-remembered TV show they were repeating, but it went something like this:

I'm the manager.  I'm the manager.

Put it in my safe.  Put it in my safe box.

They're just sort of walking around, not doing anything particular. 

I just cut the fuse, I didn't put it all the way in.

They mumbled other things I didn't catch, but the impression I got was they were assembling an explosive of some sort.  Again, it was as if they were quoting a script or playing a game, 'cause all they did was sort of wander around the back yard, not even running, just shuffling around aimlessly.

One of the boys climbs up on the swing-set and exclaims "I'm teleporting.  I'm going to teleport." and he's stretching backwards over the top of the swingset.

The other says "You can't do that."

And the first kid jumps off the swingset and shuffles back to the hot water heater counting back from 5-4-3-2-1.

Then he points his hand at the water heater like a pistol

and says

"I put it in my safe box."

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I have no fucking idea.
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Dad: I tell you Brooke, I'm gonna fucking whack you in a minute!   Fucking bitch...

She's two.
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Quote by dad:
Aaarrrrrrrggh!!  Get out of my house!  Get out of my fucking house, cunt!  Don't you fucking swear at me, cunt!  Get the fuck out of my house, JayJay!

JayJay gets kicked out of the house at least twice a day.
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Quote by Dad:
You're just a dog, mate.  You're a pure fucking dog.  That's why I don't fucking like you, ay.

Fuck off!  Go to bed, Dylan!

Dad's been yelling at the kids for about four hours, which is about normal for bedtime.
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Dad likes the little garden shed in the back yard.  Dylan and JayJay aren't as fond of it, and the poor shed is the focus of the anger and frustration in the family. The kids get up on it and stomp around and the roof sags in and the walls come loose, and dad yells from inside the house and the kids ignore him for a while and the shed gets closer and closer to a collapsing state.

Two days ago I watched Dylan listlessly bang a plastic ping-pong paddle against the side of the shed for a while.  Nothing else in the whole world for him to do that was more entertaining or important than pointlessly tapping the shed with a little red paddle.

Today I watched him noisily climb onto it, and step loudly from side to side until dad yelled at him to get off the fucking shed!  At which point Dylan displayed some remarkable air-guitar skills, tweedling the air and stomping his feet like he was on stage with AC/DC, and I was reasonably sure the shed's failure point was imminent.

But dad yelled a little more from inside the house, and after three or four more bellows Dylan climbed off, no pointy shreds of steel invading his body this day.

Maybe next time...
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Wow, shit just went down next door.

I heard some yelling, more adult voices than usual, and so I looked out the window to see Dad going off at a man next door to him (so, a yard away from me).  I don't know what started it - I think some kids from the farther house were throwing rocks over the fence.  Generally dad doesn't let them play together, so any communication is probably antagonistic, but you know.  Kids.

Anyway it was a shitstorm flurry of cockhead and fuckwit and cunt was used every second word.  The two men were face to face over the fence, you could feel the tendons in their necks straining like bulls about to get violent, and the neighbor punched the wooden fence so hard he knocked a segment of it out.

It calmed down briefly as the far neighbor goes back inside his house, dad meanwhile hurling abuse at him more or less non-stop.  He said 'maggot' a surprising amount. 

Then the far neighbor is around the side of jayjay's house, and dad and him are out of my view screaming at each other.  Brooke meanwhile is wailing like she's being threatened with grievous harm, while Dylan is calling out to no one in particular 'Caall the poolliiiiiice!  Someone call the poliiiiice!' 

Dad is yelling at the other man "you wanna start, eh?  Come on, fuckwit!" and similar things.

A moment later Dylan runs into the house, and comes out with a kitchen knife in each hand, and while JayJay sort of lurks behind dad (out of either curiosity or backup)  Dylan tries to get dad's attention and pass him a knife.

Then it sort of fizzles out after a hail of additional cursing, dad telling the other man to 'get inside you maggot!'

The last thing I noticed was Dylan yelling into the final quiet "I'll stab your fucking guts in!"
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Every night it's the same over there.  The kids can't be controlled, dad can't be controlled.

Quote by Dad:
Aw fuck off ya wanker!

Piss off you little cunt!

Fuck off you piece of shit!

I'm not sure if he just asked all three kids to leave, or if one kid was asked three times.

Earlier today he asked the family to please answer a question:

Quote by Dad:
How come I own this fucking house,

but I'm the cunt who's gotta clean it up all the time?

How come indeed.
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