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\nDid I mention it’s only 9:12 a.m.?<\/p>\n
I read somewhere that if you’re going to eat candy, you should let the wrappers pile up, because when you see how many you’ve eaten, you’ll stop.<\/p>\n
Doesn’t work. I look at the pile and think, “Shit, I’ve gone this far. Might as well eat another five.”
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\nDid I mention it’s only 9:12 a.m.?<\/p>\n
Did I mention my tummy is starting to bother me?<\/p>\n
Did I mention I just put another wrapper on the pile? (If you are one of my children and you are reading this, “Ha ha! Just kidding! That’s all garbage I picked up off the street on my way home from walking Pie to school. I would never eat like that. Especially not first thing in the morning. So bad for you. So bad!”)<\/p>\n
My son has been a terror these days. He had a doctor’s appointment and we were running a few minutes late. Parking was going to be a bit of a pain, and I was stopped at a traffic light across the street from where he had to be, so I said to him, “Why don’t you get out here and walk to the appointment and I’ll park and meet you.”<\/p>\n
“Okay,” he said, hopping out of the car. And then he completely bypassed<\/em> the traffic light, walked up one the absolute busiest streets in our town, and proceeded to cross in the middle<\/em> of the street, around the cars. I’m trying to yell at him from the car, “Doodles! You moron! Cross at the light. CROSS AT THE LIGHT!”<\/p>\n By the time I park and catch up with him, I’m furious. “What the hell! That was a complete lack of judgment! How can I trust you to walk yourself places when you do it like an f’ing idiot! Seriously! What were you thinking?”<\/p>\n “Sorry, sorry!” he said. “I didn’t know you wanted me to cross at the light!”<\/p>\n “How could you NOT know that? You are eleven years old and you don’t know how to cross a street? How do you have such a complete lack of judgment! Complete! How do you not know this! COMPLETE LACK OF JUDGMENT!”<\/p>\n Luckily, it was his turn to go in, so my tirade ended, though I silently cursed him throughout. And on the way out, still feeling really snippy, I walked him down to the corner and demonstrated how one crosses at the light. I looked at my kid, shivering in his t-shirt, and I said, “Put on your jacket.”<\/p>\n “I don’t have a jacket with me,” he said.<\/p>\n “It’s October. In the Northeast. Why the hell do you not have a jacket?”<\/p>\n The little twit looked at me and shrugged. “I dunno,” he said. “Complete lack of judgment?”<\/p>\n I. Wanted. To. Smack. Him.<\/p>\n Surprisingly, he has continued to live and thrive. <\/p>\n (Those of you not on Facebook–my dad!–don’t have the benefit of hearing conversations like this between my son and myself, but it pretty much wraps up where we stand these days: Meanwhile he’s signed up for a hacking contest<\/a>, and all he wants to do his hack. (And now I’m singing that in my head to the tune of Don Henley’s “All She Wants to Do Is Dance<\/a>.”) Homework? If he can fit it in. Viola practice? Not so much. Sleep? Who needs sleep? There’s hacking to be done! My boy is clamoring to be a geeking cliche.<\/p>\n By the way, I solved the candy problem. I threw out the wrappers. Now to keep my girl from going through the garbage looking for them (I swear, she does it, always trying to catch me chocolate-handed!).<\/p>\n Milky Way, anyone? I can be forgiven, though. It’s fortification for the yelling I’ll need to do later when I discover the latest stupid thing that boy has done. Maybe I should have two.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I read somewhere that if you’re going to eat candy, you should let the wrappers pile up, because when you see how many you’ve eaten, you’ll stop. Doesn’t work. I look at the pile and think, “Shit, I’ve gone this far. Might as well eat another five.” Did I mention it’s only 9:12 a.m.? Did […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[121,3,112],"class_list":["post-2507","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-candy","tag-doodles","tag-halloween"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2507","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2507"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2507\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2507"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2507"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2507"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nMe: How is it you made it to 11 and you’re still alive?
\nBoy: Survival of the fittest.
\nMe: Boy, if there were ever an argument against<\/em> natural selection, you’re it.
\nBoy: The sad thing is that I<\/em> was Dad’s strongest sperm.)<\/p>\n