I am living with Neanderthals.
Maiya, who cannot yet speak, will point to something she wants and just grunt at me till I hand it over. She'll sit and somehow, on her own, strip off all her clothes down to just her diaper so that it looks like she is wearing a loin cloth. And since she is new at running, she uses her arms for balance and as they flail about she looks like a running baby orangutan.
My husband is the carnivore. It is virtually impossible to get him to eat a fruit or a vegetable. And he is pretty good at hiding out in his man cave when he wants to get away from the craziness of the household.
Jacob is the simian monkey primate. He can eat with his toes. No kidding. And he leaps and swings from one piece of furniture to the next with such reckless abandon that I am winded just watching him. My goal is not to teach him his abc'c... but to keep him out of the ER.
I'd like to think that I'm the most civilized amongst my brood but I fear that I am not. My unibrow and unshaved legs are not civilized. Nor is wolfing down dinner using my fingers as a fork while standing over the sink.
sigh... I give. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.