You know how Jaid can laugh like Beaker? Well he is more persistent. And annoying. And can go on. And on. And on. And on. And on. For at least an hour, on and off. I, of course, being the bad mama I am, find myself constantly telling him things like, "no foot!", "put your heartwings away!", or "your father never loved you!". Since verbal accusations do no good, I have to resort to physical alterations. Sometimes a good clap will distract him from his songs. It only lasts for a few minutes, or sometimes he gets the hint and goes and plays with some toys. Today however, nothing seemed to work. I just want to watch TV and he decided it was a good time to interrupt. He was laughing on the floor and I tried to touch him to see if he would stop, no. Nothing worked, and as the sick, twisted mama I am, I took great enjoyment in my last result. I found a discarded tail feather and slapped him in the face with it. Repeatedly. Didn't phase him. In fact, it was downright funny.