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Nonsense Part Uno

Breakfast at the rickety wooden table was quite like always, their father yelling, the mother rolling her eyes and drinking her extra-sweetened green tea, siblings fighting, laughing, whining. Some may consider this to be too hyper for an early 7-am gathering of a large family, but the Lomans' apparently didn't.

Their eldest sibling, Jess, sat near the cabinets, enjoying her sugary goodness of a breakfast, which really, she thought, shouldn't be a breakfast. Not healthy enough, not enough nutrients and vitamins. Not that the thought of that would stop her. With each loud, disgusting slurping noise she made drinking the pink leftover milk, her black curls slowly fell in front of her face, curl by curl. She closed her light brown eyes while drinking, only showing her soft brown eyelashes.

Their middle child, Felix, seemed to be having an argument with his littlest sister, Bismuth. His blue eyes (which, were the only blue eyes in the family), seemed to shine with a certain passion as he described how a monkey would OBVIOUSLY know how to work house appliances. His blonde hair fell in front of his face with every angry expression he created, as his hair flipped back and forth looking at his family, seeing if they were listening in, how COULD they believe such nonsense?

Bismuth, of course, didn't care if the family agreed with her or not. She knew she was right. Her small legs sat Indian-Style in the chair, her arms crossed, spoon in mouth, as she listened to her brothers rambling. Bismuth's black curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail, barely swinging, as her gentle brown eyes, similar to Jess', watched him. She could only laugh.

       "I mean, a monkey is smart enough to learn sign language, right?" Felix exclaimed, "That's literally a whole new language. He should be smart enough to know how to work an oven." He finished, waiting for his sister's response.

      "Yeah, but they're still technically not human. Their brains aren't as good as ours, morally and socially speaking." She explained, "it's not like they're one-hundred percent fluent in sign language either. They're not as smart as you think. Now, placing a monkey and an oven together?" She questioned, laughing. "That's just begging for a fire and some death."

Before her brother could respond, their grumpy pre-coffee father spoke up; just like the sisters, he, too, had curly black hair and brown eyes. But his eyes just shown with a certain emotion no one could pinpoint. Or maybe it was the lack of emotion.

      "That's enough." He stated. As the kids looked down ashamed, he continued, "A monkey's intelligence is unique with each monkey, just like how each of our own intelligence is different. Some of us are intelligent, some of us are morons." He laughed, as he sipped his dark black coffee. The kids gave a sigh of relief, but this wasn't over.

And, very lastly, the mother spoke up.

     "This argument is stupid." She stated. They waited for an addition, but seemed to be finished. It wasn't that she wasn't fun, it was the fact that she was brutally honest. And, if someone were to pop their head in this family's window, they wouldn't be the least bit surprised to find her with black curly hair and brown eyes. Her wide smile shown that she was merely half-kidding about the stupid thing, which continued holding up the happiness surrounding the household.