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I Am Ashamed (pt 3)
I was playing with Justin when he “accidentally” knee-capped me with a yellow wiffle ball bat. No more Mr. Nice Guy! I grabbed my wallet and gave him two dollars to repay him for the coffee incident. I think the extra quarter should cover the “vig”.
I Am Ashamed (pt 2)
So, Justin just grabbed me by the cheeks and kissed me…and all I could think of was Godfather II when Michael kissed Fredo and told him he knew Fredo had betrayed him. Maybe I should pay back the $1.75 I stole from his piggy bank.
I Am Ashamed!
I broke into Justin’s Lightning McQueen piggy bank this morning for Starbucks money! That’s right….I stole $1.75 in quarters from a 3 year old. I am not proud of this and Lightning looked very disappointed as I shook him upside-down in my “caffeine junkie haze.” On the bright side – Justin got a brownie sample from Starbucks at 8:30am…..so, Justin did ok!
This Morning……
I woke up this morning to Justin saying “I’m awake”. I replied “I’m awake too”. He then said “I’m awake” and I replied “I’m awake too.” He then screamed at me “I’M AWAKE.” At that moment, I realized that maybe he was a little more awake than I was
My Son isn’t in Daycare…He’s in a gang!
I took Justin to daycare (as I do most mornings.) On this particular morning, he wanted me to stay for awhile and play with his friends. Everyone in his class is either 3 or 4 years old. While outside, he decided that he wanted to play “Frankenstein”. He grabbed my leg and sat on my foot and told me to walk – so I did. His friend Townsend watched us and decided that he wanted to “play” as well, so he sat on my other foot as I walked.
All was fine, until Townsend started slipping off. In an effort not to step on a child (I didn’t own) and still having Justin stuck to my other leg, I was a little off balance. And then, Dylan went in for the kill – and pushed me from behind. (In retrospect, I think they had been planning this!)
The next thing I know, I am laying face first on the ground with a kid wrapped around either leg and Dylan on my back yelling “yeehaw!!” (And while I cannot prove it, I swear I felt a little hand reach for my wallet!) Once again, in an effort not to damage children that were not mine, I tried to slide away from them on my belly….and one thought kept going through my head, “Where the hell are the teachers??” Yes, three 3 year olds took me down and KEPT me down – and there was no teacher in sight to save me.
After a minute or two of trying to slink away, I finally look up, there is “Teacher Linda” with a digital camera taking a picture. Just was she turns to walk away I hear her say, “Oh, that will be good for the yearbook!”.
On my drive to work, I thought about this incident and realized – “Justin and his friends are little thugs!”