Spring Break!!!!

Man, I remember when those words had a different meaning.... The CFO is taking the week off but the Triplets are trying to make her change her mind:) Since Friday they have been VERY cranky and whiny. Part of it is that they have been fighting a bug or two during this time and they all have a cough that a life long smoker would wear as a badge of honor. You know the kind.... the ones they MUST have a cigarette after:) Hey, I use to smoke so I know I live in a glass house but I still like throwing pebbles:)

The best job security for me came yesterday. We have started taking our Triumpherent to McDonalds after story time at the Library. The one we go to has an indoor play area with slides. The kids LOVE it. Well, they all use to love it but William bit off more than he could chew. The last time we were there he tried going down the BIG slide and decided halfway down that it was not such a good idea. Something about the angle of decent combined with the gravitational pull on a 29 lb boy relative to the direction the earth spins on it's axis or something. He tried to explain but he lost me at WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! That time I had to climb through the germ filled giant gerbil/hamster maze to find and rescue him. Good thing I am a little skinny guy:) This time we had a talk before he headed in.... you know the talk... the tough love talk. You killed it, you eat it Tarzan.

You guessed it, he headed right back up to the big slide but this time he just sat at the top crying as other kids zipped by him, including Jackson. Addison knows her limits. Keep in mind that the McDonalds play place is mostly opaque where you can rarely view the children. The only way we knew where he was is because of the cries coming down the tube slide and from interrogating other kids that came out the BIG slide. The CFO did the interrogating. She is MUCH better at it than me. She actually had an ex-military guy she questioned at work about some ethics issues say that she made him more nervous than anyone he had delt with in the military. This time we waited for our friends who were meeting us there with their older kids to arrive. Then we told their son he was on our HRT and his target was William. He quickly came down the slide with William.

Unfortunately for the CFO William had already worked himself into a tizzy and promptly made us both ask "what did he eat that is red?" You guessed it, he puked. Of course being nice he waited until the CFO was holding him:) That's my boy! But after a few chicken nuggets and fries he was back at it. No, he never did go down the slide but he learned how to climb all the way back down.

Another "I do it...." Breathing treatments.

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
Jean-Paul Sartre (1905 - 1980), Nausea (1938) "Vendredi"

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