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Of course, there's always the possibility that the Star Trek computer would self-destruct at the task of looking into my brain. Remember that scene in Mary Poppins, when she opens up her little satchel, and she has all sorts of really cool stuff tucked in there? That's my brain. So many things jammy-packed in there! If it were a room it would be full to bursting, and when you opened a door Groucho Marx would fall out(hint: that was a reference to Duck Soup). And that's just my stuff. I don't even what to discuss how adding Larry's stuff and Zane's stuff has my brain overflowing.
On the night before Easter, I took a bunch of plastic eggs. Inside each egg I placed the usual, plus I added a glow stick. Actually, I added a glow bracelet, but the result was the same: Eggs that could be hidden at night, but found easily. Zane loved it. I even put an egg up in a tree where it was eye level, and he thought that was terrific. This all fit in very well with the movie Rise of the Guardians, which we saw on Friday evening. Those guardians left a group of children on the ice in the middle of a lake, but well...nobody else noticed, I'm sure. Zane loved Jack Frost, and the Easter Bunny, the best. Explaining the Tooth Fairy took a little time, as did the Sandman. Santa needed no explanation. The Boogeyman was tricky. I didn't want to say that he was just bad. He serves a purpose, the Boogeyman does. The idea of him scares people, and makes them do things. If you're scared of starving, you do things to help yourself so that you don't starve, right? See, necessary. I know that guy scares me into getting out of bed most mornings so I can earn a paycheck.
My boy is a ridiculous flirt. He smiles and giggles around women and they fall for him. While anyone who likes my child is wonderful in my book, I have concerns about raising a boy who always gets what he wants from women. He's going to have to work to get what he wants in life, I think, just like everyone else, and he may as well get used to it now. But then I consider my brother and remember how everyone thought he was adorable when he was a kid. He turned out okay, I guess. I still occasionally want to grab him and give him a noogie, but for the most part he's a good guy. So maybe Zane will turn out okay, as well. I suppose that since life is so rough, any help we can get should be appreciated.
I did a terrible thing this past weekend--I paid two boys to mow our lawn. I thought it would be something nice for Larry. He'd been saying that he was going to mow for two weeks, and hadn't worked up the energy to tackle the job. I thought that he would appreciate that I was taking care of the job so he didn't have to. Instead I heard a lot of complaints. First it was that I was spending the money. Then it was that it took them so long. Then they were going to break something. I was starting to get irritated, that he just couldn't be grateful for this one thing. And yes, they did cut the grass too short, and yes, they did pull off the pipe that drains the A/C. But at least the grass has been cut, and we were able to put out the eggs for Zane's Egg Hunt.
This past weekend was gorged, not only with chocolate, but also with television. Game of Thrones began their third season, and The Walking Dead ended their third season. We can watch neither show while Zane is awake, of course. The DVR is our friend!
Go visit Stacy today. She may have some new batches of wine prepared...it won't take a minute out of your A to Z blog reading!