No spitting

As a kid, the "no spitting" signs on the NYC subway cars always made me laugh. Now I wish I had one of them for our house.

For a while now, Samson has been spitting. More properly, he's been giving raspberries [I don't want you to think he walks around the house like a minor leaguer with a jaw full of chew or anything].

He's particularly convinced that the way to combat bugs (mosquitoes, flies) that make it into our house is by spitting at them. You can guess how well that works. Basically we end up with saliva dots on the bug's last known place of residence and a wet, wobbly flying insect still making the rounds of our house.

Anyway, operating on the monkey see principle, Jane is now spitting. And laughing about it. It's driving Vicki insane.