Sooooo, Jules puked this morning. And I sent her off to school as soon as she'd blown the cereal out of her nose. (She was TOTALLY GROSSED OUT that your mouth and nose share the same tubes and they're not really particular about which path the barf travels. Therefore, Apple Jacks may just as readily come out a nostril.) Anyway, does sending her to school after that make me a "bad" mother? I prefer to think it makes me a "mother concerned with character development, because the Pioneers had to do stuff like that all the time, but they didn't have a toilet to hurl into, and then they'd use their skirts to wipe it off, and have crusted vomit on them until they found a river to wash themselves and their clothing in, which would usually have dung swooshing around in it, so it's not like it was a sanitary wash cycle like we have access to now. Plus, your pioneer program is today, so what better way to get in character than by hurling, wiping and carrying on in the work?" That's what I prefer to think. Don't call DCFS, and I'll keep my suspicions regarding your parenting skills between me and my "friend." But just so you know, we talk about you a LOT. A REALLY LOT.
And just like Jules puking, Second Son has gotten "relatively cool-ish car" out of his system, too. Which incidentally coincided with his first gas tank fill-ups that he had to pay for himself, as well as the realization that he could actually SEE the needle dropping as he drove around the block. A horsepill dose of reality is always good to rid a kid of the illness named Vanity. So he sold his sporty two seater and opted instead for the blank canvas called "Nissan with peeling putty job." The adoption process went remarkably smooth. All it took was eight cans of black and white (bi-racial baby) spray paint to make him feel like a proud papa. We're carrying on the great and admirable tradition of eyesores on the road.
Anyway, I'm off to tutor. I may send my kids to school barfing, but by DA%$, they're gonna be good readers! Buh bye!