www.cancermonster.net

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007

Slow news.

I had a sleepy day today.  I split my time between my chair on my porch and my bed. There was one interesting (in a highly annoying way) happening though.  Had my first row with a tribal visitor. This mother didn’t see anything wrong with the fact that her son pushed my son into the girl’s bathhouse and held the door shut while he screamed bloody murder. She didn’t bat an eye when I explained that her son then kicked Rob several times when he escaped.  I wouldn’t have said anything at all if later her son hadn’t plopped himself down on Rob’s matchbox car collection and refuse to move. I had told Rob just to stay away from this child- he would be gone soon anyway. But while trying to collect the cars under the boy, in the nicest way possible mind you, his mother came up and asked if there was a problem.  So I told her there was, in the nicest way possible.  She did ask her son why he did it, but never suggested that he say he was sorry.  I got the feeling that she knew he wouldn’t be even if she did.

Because I said Rob couldn’t play with her little DAMIAN anymore (No, of course I didn‘t call him Damian to her face!), she tried to get the rest of the kids in her tribal party banned from playing with my girls too.  That lasted about an hour.  Once the other mothers figured out that if their girls couldn’t play with my kids, then THEY would have to entertain them, the prohibition was lifted.   I’m sure they all know how bad little Damian is.  If they didn’t before, they learned it later when the little imp stood in the middle of the road with a real bullwhip (who brings a bullwhip to a campground anyway?) and swung it at all the screaming girls riding past on their little pink bicycles.

Oh well. That’s life in the fast lane.

I am about to make little pizzas for dinner and later we are going to see fireworks.

If I don’t get back to you later, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.