STOCK MARKET WATCH -- Tuesday, 24 July 2012

[kickysnana]

7. After a full day of super little boy mischief I would tell my sons...

Its a good thing I love you because if I didn't on days like this I would sell you for a nickel and they would giggle and usually give me the evening off.

Did I tell you about the time that a teen bicyclist ran a red light coming from the left where a semi was blocking my line of sight. He catapulted over the hood of the car, picked himself up ran around and grabbed the bike and took off leaving me there shaking.

I called the police at home because if something happened to him I didn't want to be accused of leaving the scene of an accident. Kids were 4 and 6. The police showed up. In the mean time I had made their favorite meal, mac'n'cheese and hot dogs. I told them to wait in the kitchen while I talked to the policeman. I think I had spoke to my Mom on the phone and said kiddingly :if someone hits you with a bike do you go to jail, just because?" The Policeman looks past me and says "put those down now!", I turn and there they are with their cap rifles making sure Mom wasn't going to go to jail. Despite the fact I had told them many times you don't point guns at people not even toy ones. Grandpas had gotten the guns for them. Luckily our police at that time were not bat shit crazy and he just gave them a stern lecture and made sure the cap guns were grounded for a month.

Then there was the time I said, everyone got their seat belts on, doors locked? Yes, yes. Out of a steep driveway cars passing on both sides of me, and Son2 age 6 goes flying out the rear door. I thought sure he was dead.

Then there was the first time Son2 age 5 got to go to the neighbors house at the end of the block with and dropped a real bowling pin from the second floor balcony onto his brothers noogin. Both of them said "didn't think it would actually hit". Eleven stitches. I never thought to tell them not to drop a bowling pin on our brothers head from the second floor. My mistake.

We go all the way back to Dad's Toyota Celica won't ever start in the snow so we have to go give him a jump because he is the last one out overnight. Son 1 is about 26 months. I am strapping Son 2 and I said stand right there and you go in next. The early run MTC bus comes barreling down the hill about 45mph and blows his horn, but doesn't slow or stop. I turn and Son 1 is missing off of the curb. I hold my breath and quickly go around the other side of the car to see him hanging onto the door handle. 1st discussion about the right side and the suicide of the car.

There is a reason old people aren't able to have children.