Thursday, March 13, 2008

so tame

ten minutes into the playdate and all was well.

E, K and playmate of the day hayden were all strapped into the back seat for the ride home.

the mood was (dare i say?) calm.

hayden, previously known to some as a "spirited child", was relaxed and making pleasant conversation.

this was certainly unexpected.

we turned onto one of the main thoroughfares leading home and hayden glanced up. i noticed he was intently studying the houses in the neighborhood as we passed by.

"heeeeyyy... " he began slowly, " i think i remember being here before...."

"do you maybe know someone who lives around here?" i asked, trying to help jog his memory.

"nooooo....." for a moment he looked puzzled.

suddenly his face lit up as he recalled the information he'd been searching for.

"i remember! we used to come here last year....when i was being tamed!"


he said, "when i was being tamed."

and again, " i used to have to get tamed."

( i will pause to offer you a moment of quiet reflection.)

ok. now someone please tell me what the hell this child is talking about and where i can get some of this "taming" in my own life.


Rob Friggin Brandt said...

It's is a five pronged attack of Zyprexa, Geodon, Ritalin, Haldol and Vodka. Mostly vodka.

That, and many loving, tender, forceful blows to the back of the head with a shovel.


daysgoby said...

When you find out, and you're done with it, can you send some here?

I'll pay postage.