January 3, 2013

  • The Beast Hits The Dog...Or Vice Versa?

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    I've told you before how Baron will whine and cry because, when the Beast mows the lawn, he won't let him outside.  Baron has a dangerous habit of running in front of it...very close and the Beast's reflexes are not what they once were.  He even has the problem when he's on the motor scooter and has to keep yelling at him to keep him off to the side.

    Today, the Beast was putting some tools in his car so he took Baron out front with him.  As usual, as soon as the Beast took his eyes off Baron, down the road he ran and over to a neighbor's house.  So, the Beast got into the car in order to get him back home.  When the Beast got up to the neighbors house, Baron jumped in front of the car and BAM!  The Beast said he heard the solid thunk when Baron's head hit the bumper.  I thought he would have a heart attack.  He was so upset and nervous when he got home with Baron.  Baron slunk off into the bedroom and laid down, his eyes darting towards the Beast then quickly away.  I swear, Baron thought the Beast was pissed at him and did it on purpose.  So Baron was suitably both scared and repentant.   I was worried about a possible head injury to Baron so I kept a very close watch on him when the Beast had to run up to Huntsville for a part he needed to repair the heat at his church.  Baron seems fine but we will be watching him closely even though the Beast doesn't think he was moving any faster than 15 mph at the most AND he was braking.  He braked HARD when Baron jumped in front of the car.  My hope?  That maybe NOW Baron will stay away from the front of any vehicles.

    It may be too much to expect that he might have just a little bit of fear in him now.  But we shall see.

    Today was Chewlee's first day back at school.  She came home with a smiley face and a grin.  I did an unfortunate thing.  I read a little announcement strip that was in her booklet that she wanted to know what it said.  The school is selling game tattoos tomorrow for a dollar.  You can get the one for your team (Monday's college game here...both Alabama teams).  As soon as the Princess got here to pick up Chewlee, Chewlee ran up to her and told her mother she needed a dollar for a tattoo tomorrow.  The Princess told her NO and Chewlee had a heart attack.  She was crying like her mother broke her heart.  She told her mother, *But I LIKE a tattoo.  They come off.  YOU have a tattoo, Mommy, and I want to be like YOU!*  After her mother told her she was sorry she had gotten a tattoo because it was ugly, Chewlee was still upset.  Her mother told her to remember how, when she had to scrub off the fake tattoo, that Chewlee had cried because they weren't easy and they always put them on the kids face.  She told her mother that she wouldn't let them do that.  She would have them put it on her hand or her arm.  She wasn't going to give up.  The Princess told her that she would read what the note said when they got home and they would talk about it then. 

    It's tough to see a kid so unhappy but I understand the Princess's objection.  NOW she understands why we always hated tattoos.  And they WILL be ugly when the kids that get them get older. 

    We discovered that Chewlee may be our guest on two nights a week.  That is, unless I get her dressed for bed and the Beast takes her home and puts her to bed then waits for the Princess to get home from her late night college classes.    She can get her Master's in the next full year and she's going to really give it a try.  Since she's going for Math, and she's always excelled at it, I think she can manage.  She'll be eligible to teach at a college level then.  Not that I can see that.  She looks young...younger than she is even.  Lucky little bitch. 

    It's cool out.  Poor Bratfink has the really cool weather, however.  I count us lucky but my left hand doesn't think this weather is any good.  Bundle up and stay warm.