In Music class today, I introduced a new song to Grumpy. It was a French song and Grumpy immediately refused to sing it. I was confused and asked him why. He said, "The French don't like us." I laughed and said, "Why do you think they don't like us?" He became agitated and said, "Because they don't! We've been in a war with them. Bashful told me!" (Bashful had just learned about the French and Indian War.) "But, Grumpy," I said, "we haven't been in a war with France for hundreds of years. Our countries are friendly now." "No!" he said, "They don't like us! The Franks are our enemies! (He had learned about the Franks in History.) The Muslims don't like us either and why am I learning about them in History?" He became even more agitated and tears almost came to his eyes. "WHY AM I LEARNING ABOUT BAD GUYS??" he yelled. I was stumped with that one, but I had a ready answer. The answer that I always have to those kind of questions. "Because I said so," I said.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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