Cathy in the Wright

And How Are You?

Some days you're the snake...some days you're the frog. Today I'm the insect.

At The Senator's swimming lesson this morning, The Governor went into full tantrum mode because I wouldn't let him toss his metal airplane at the kids in the deep end of the pool. We had to go stand in the hallway because the swimming instructors couldn't be heard over the yelling and screaming. Once we were out in the hall, The Governor let me know the full extent of his displeasure by biting me in the shoulder.

At home this calls for an immediate over-the-knee response, but in public I'm a bit more wary. One never knows when an overly indulgent social worker might be in the crowd.

Unfortunately for The Governor, I also have a bit of a head cold. My hesitation was conquered by my throbbing head. And shoulder.

One quick swat on the behind and a two-minute time out was enough to convince him that sitting in the stands by the pool eating snacks was a better alternative to hollering in an empty hallway while Mom ignores him.

He just went down the The Nap. (Did you hear that 'Alleluia' chorus too?)

The Senator and I are now going to eat cherries out on the front porch and spit the pits at the audacious little chipmunks living under the deck.

Many thanks to the guys over at Fraters Libertas. Clicked on their site this morning and giggled like a school girl. Hey, that's my blog up there!

If anyone else wants a glowing review to quote on their web site...just let me know.

Posted by Cathy at July 27, 2004 01:33 PM