Writing on the wall

OK, maybe the actual writing is on paper. 
And maybe the paper is hanging on the door,
but boy do these kiddos crack me up!

So Jessa was in a mood.  Of course, that is most days, so I could not begin to imagine what it was all about on this particular day.  I went looking for her, and she was all locked up in her room.  Only I noticed some signage outside on her door.  I never go in to her room without knocking, so I was raising my arm to knock.  But then I noticed what the signs said.  My sweet girl is dramatic, even in print.

Have a little look:

"Hiding 2012
My Moto is: Sleep"

"Welcome to the Jessa.
No one is allowed except me, kitty, and my stuff.
P.S. Send in food (lunch, dinner, breakfast) and drinks (coke, milk, tea)"

"Do not interrupt.
I'm busy! So very busy
P.S. Send in food and drinks."

"I'm going in hibernation.
P.S. You can send in breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
P.S. I am never coming out."

There is no middle ground with my Jessa! 
Whatever upset her, it must have been pretty serious. 
I am happy to report that she did in fact come out. 
And I never even had to send in one meal.

A few days later, after a particularly intense discussion about keeping her room picked up,
a new sign appeared.
It still cracked me up, and the message and tone were much more to my liking.

"Note to self:
Keep room clean."

Not to be outdone, a few days later, Spencer also posted a sign on his bedroom door.
Check it out:

I am sure you will all be relieved to know

that he has assured me that

at least for the time being,

I am not a girl.