June 27, 2005


My two-year old son, future ROTC scholarship recipient and heir to the vast real estate holdings that comprise Fort LMC, has no idea just how good he has it. Not only does he have a stay-at-home mom, the Llama-ettes hang all over him whenever Robbo and the Butcher's Wife are in town, he has his own room, two hour naps every day, and a sixteen year-old babysitter who is okay if you like the tall volleyball player type. To boot, his pediatrician is a dead ringer for a younger Anne Archer and always wants him to get naked. He demonstrates said lack of gratitude by pitching regular meltdowns which try the patience of Mrs. LMC who is one of the most patient people I know. I am going to enjoy reminding him of just how good he had it when he is a sullen teenager.

Posted by LMC at June 27, 2005 09:46 PM

Sorta related - my daughter-in-law and I were talking about food and generosity in general, and how funny certain family members are about these things. My husband's parents both went through very trying times during the depression, including the period when my mother-in-law and each of her sisters and brothers were sent to different homes to live because her parents had no money to put food on the table. We wondered what it will be like for our children's children when these people are gone, and we are no longer reminded of certain harsh realities, and how wonderfully secure we are. Or what it may be like to endure such times - heaven forbid.

Posted by: tee bee at June 28, 2005 12:21 PM

My seven year old, while sulking about something or other, recently said, "I have a rough life."

I literally laughed in her face.

Don't think she's going to try that one again.

Posted by: Robert the LB at June 28, 2005 12:51 PM
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