Welcome back to the inner workings of a mind full of sawdust and a couple of other things left by the elephants. Here you will find this clown's view of people, politics, religion and other no-no topics all seen with an eye toward the humerous. I hope you enjoy yourself, but be careful for laughter has been known to make a clown's day. Willy Nilly







Sunday, February 7, 2010

Good Morning

I used to be an early riser, but now I just rise early. The difference? He is a two year old boy who has internal atomic clock set permanently at 6 am. This is not that early some might say, but they have not just put him back to bed after awaking at 4am. I have no doubt that some parenting experts out there have some well rehearsed advice for keeping him sleeping longer. And I am guessing there are some others of you who think that we are just spoiling him. Let me give you all an insight about spoiling the baby in the family. Sometimes what appears to be giving the last son his way - spoiling him- is merely exhaustion. After raising three other boys with all their many quirks (the middle son likes to put his clean laundry back into his dirty laundry bin instead of putting it away in his dresser because it's too much effort to get off his bed and open the drawer) we barely even notice the small stuff anymore. Just yesterday the two year old sat in his seat at the breakfast table throwing spoons full of yogurt on the refridgator. I would have gotten up but I hadn't had my coffee yet and besides the dog was licking off most of it. I would like to write more but a football game has just broken out in the dinning room and I got to go. I'm on the defensive line. What can I say? The satisfaction of smashing my sons into the couch cushions and tickling them until they pee is too hard to resist. Besides some day they will all be gone from home and only my wife will be left to smash into the cushions. Ah, to be young again.

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