Itâ€™s been quite the week, yâ€™all. Iâ€™d tell you about it, but frankly most parts wouldnâ€™t make for a good post, and just thinking about it makes me tired. Mostly, Iâ€™m just glad itâ€™s over, and Iâ€™m only really mentioning it at all so that you can be a little more forgiving of what will be a rambling post of mini-updates on The Fam.
Baby-girl, my youngest, has entered the I-can-outlaugh-anyone-and-Sweet-Mercy-am-I-loud phase. Not many people know it, but that tiny girl has the vocal power of an operatic prima donna. And, arenâ€™t we so blessed now, sheâ€™s decided to take every opportunity to outlaugh the entire human race. Itâ€™s this loud, forced sound, during which her face turns red, and it lasts, on average, ten seconds longer than everyone elseâ€™s laughter, fading away only because of air constraints.
My younger son has decided that I should acquire an air horn for classroom management purposes. In other words, or shall I say in his words, â€œIf two kids are talking in class, whip out the air horn and use it in their faces.â€ This he followed with, â€œThatâ€™d be so cool, Mom.â€
Picture that one for a moment, folks.
So committed is he that heâ€™s offered to personally finance the air horn. I tried to explain to him that it wouldnâ€™t be so cool on account of how my colleagues in surrounding rooms would probably impale me. As expected, he didnâ€™t really understand. To be fair, I imagine that if he ever is my colleague someday, heâ€™ll be cheering me on. Heâ€™s one of those people that time wonâ€™t change much.
My eldest has joined a robotics club, which means he now comes home speaking at length about things that make no sense to me. I just nod, assume a supportive countenance, and pray heâ€™ll never actually try to dialogue with me about his extra-curricular pursuits.
LCB has taken to keeping me up well past my bedtime watching Jack Vale videos. The fact that the simple ones, like when Jack stands on the street and randomly points right at people, leave me literally unable to breathe through my laughter is highly reflective of my immaturity.
Me? Letâ€™s see. Lately, Iâ€™ve taken to sword-wielding at school while we study Arthurian legends. What else? Well, Iâ€™ve already narrowly escaped two complete and utter wipeouts while walking through the school parking lot this year, one in front of a great cloud of witnesses. And, Iâ€™ve officially killed another Sago Palm, this one in my yard, due to my insistence that good drainage
would require too much work on my part is overrated.