Saturday, April 24, 2010

Can you buy Tranquilizers over the counter?

To think that when he was in his mother's womb I had visions of him being a doctor, a baseball player, or even the President.

Now I'm just hoping it's a few more years before he figures out he can light his own farts, make a potato gun from scratch, or decides to attempt a Jeff Hardy Swantan Bomb off the roof onto the trampoline in the backyard.

His Grandmother takes him to the movies to see that Dragon movie in 3D and he's more excited about the set of redneck teeth he got out of the vending machine. The one good thing?

Trot didn't go. Otherwise I've got TWO raving lunatics running around with hillbilly teeth, which I'm fairly certain are going to end up in his pocket at some point next week when he goes to school, which invariably will result in his teacher giving me a call at work to let me know he's coming home on Yellow.

I won't get into it all, but suffice it to say I'll be getting a rambling explanation about how it wasn't his fault and some poor kid is going to get thrown under the nearest bus while Rakes tries to save his own bacon.

And we're only in Kindergarten.

In the good news department, the Red Sox just beat the Orioles 7-6 and I only lost 2 years off my life tonight, thanks to a 7-4 lead morphing into a 7-6 win that was cemented by a Paplebon dance through the raindrops in the top of the ninth.

Think I'll have Ang call the local ER and let them know if the wins stay this classy over the next week or so I'll need the Lido Suite sometime in the near future.


Stacy said...

Those teeth are frightening. I cannot believe OUR mother would buy them.

Oh, they're definitely going to school, so just get your story ready for his teacher. :)

Rich in the Garage said...

Rakes is destined to play ball. Either that or he's going to play Hockey. I can read a kid and I read him like me. I just hope his size doesn't send him down the concussion path that I took. And I hope hes right handed. I'd have been a hell of a catcher!

He's a kid man, read Huck Finn again. At least he's not tossing the N word and going down the river on a home made raft. All you can do is hug him and guide him in the right direction.

Remind me when I have children of how callous I was in tossing advice to you. Please.

Ted D said...

In Moms defense I think it was a random pick from a vending machine, Sis.

And Jr, I'm doing the best that I can. And believe me; if you ever have kids? I'm heading for the hills.