How to have your entire day's schedule upended...
All it takes is a six year old boy vomiting his last meal of creamed spinach into the computer keyboard.
No going to school for at least a day. No spelling test for him. No taking his grandmother out to lunch. No taking his sister to the playground.
New keyboard. New mouse pad. New wrist rest. New video to watch while recuperating. Dad jumps up and makes chocolate chip muffins on request. Sister doesn't bug the batsnot out of him. Older brother gets to ride the bus in peace. Maximum nap time after taking Tylenol and Benedryl.
Yep, all it takes is one good heave into the keyboard while Mom helps with spelling homework.
Pretty simple.
I didn't know keyboards were so cheap these days.
Welcome to parenthood.
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Lots of bugs 'round this time of year. Worst case, may need anti-biotics. Got 3 school aged kids myself. Wife has them shower as soon as they get home from school. Hope your lil one feels better soon.
Rick, thanks for your concern. He's bouncing right back, being the child we figure to be our own "Energizer Bunny". When he was born we named him Isaac, remembering that it meant either "He laughs" or "God laughs". He was completely unplanned so it seemed to fit.
As things have turned out, we gave him the perfect name!
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..kids what a blessing..the lil sabateurs! lol
WHT, yep thats the way it goes sometimes :)
I'll have to remember this trick.
The time bombs on TV always come with a digital readout so you can tell how long until they explode. Why don't kids come with that kind of readout?
IR, it's a good one!
Anthony, I'm still looking for the book of child rearing instructions they should have given out when he was born.
Hah, little Isaac is a prodigy. It takes the co-operation of half of my family to achieve something like that. :)
I once left a laptop on top of a wardrobe during a weekend break, and while I was away my sister wandered into my room and pulled it down to take a look at it. Finally, she got bored and left it on my bed.
Unfortunately, this put it within reach of my two youngest siblings, who proceeded to amuse themselves by pulling keys off the keyboard and scattering them around the room, finally leaving it open on the floor.
Where, for good measure, our dolt of a Rottweiler found it and decided to properly baptise this foreign-smelling object into the family by peeing on it.
I'll leave you to imagine how delighted I was to return to find my laptop on the floor, half the keyboard missing, covered in dog hairs and filled with urine.
There are no pictures, but the flashbacks are quite sufficient.
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